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Venters turned out of the gorge； and suddenly paused stock…still； astounded at the scene before him。 The curve of the great stone bridge had caught the sunrise； and through the magnificent arch burst a glorious stream of gold that shone with a long slant down into the center of Surprise Valley。 Only through the arch did any sunlight pass； so that all the rest of the valley lay still asleep； dark green； mysterious； shadowy； merging its level into walls as misty and soft as morning clouds。
Venters then descended； passing through the arch； looking up at its tremendous height and sweep。 It spanned the opening to Surprise Valley； stretching in almost perfect curve from rim to rim。 Even in his hurry and concern Venters could not but feel its majesty； and the thought came to him that the cliff…dwellers must have regarded it as an object of worship。
Down； down； down Venters strode； more and more feeling the weight of his burden as he descended； and still the valley lay below him。 As all other canyons and coves and valleys had deceived him； so had this deep； nestling oval。 At length he passed beyond the slope of weathered stone that spread fan…shape from the arch； and encountered a grassy terrace running to the right and about on a level with the tips of the oaks and cottonwoods below。 Scattered here and there upon this shelf were clumps of aspens； and he walked through them into a glade that surpassed in beauty and adaptability for a wild home； any place he had ever seen。 Silver spruces bordered the base of a precipitous wall that rose loftily。 Caves indented its surface； and there were no detached ledges or weathered sections that might dislodge a stone。 The level ground； beyond the spruces； dropped down into a little ravine。 This was one dense line of slender aspens from which came the low splashing of water。 And the terrace； lying open to the west； afforded unobstructed view of the valley of green treetops。
For his camp Venters chose a shady； grassy plot between the silver spruces and the cliff。 Here； in the stone wall； had been wonderfully carved by wind or washed by water several deep caves above the level of the terrace。 They were clean； dry； roomy。
He cut spruce boughs and made a bed in the largest cave and laid the girl there。 The first intimation that he had of her being aroused from sleep or lethargy was a low call for water。
He hurried down into the ravine with his canteen。 It was a shallow； grass…green place with aspens growing up everywhere。 To his delight he found a tiny brook of swift…running water。 Its faint tinge of amber reminded him of the spring at Cottonwoods； and the thought gave him a little shock。 The water was so cold it made his fingers tingle as he dipped the canteen。 Having returned to the cave； he was glad to see the girl drink thirstily。 This time he noted that she could raise her head slightly without his help。
〃You were thirsty；〃 he said。 〃It's good water。 I've found a fine place。 Tell mehow do you feel？〃
〃There's painhere；〃 she replied； and moved her hand to her left side。
〃Why； that's strange！ Your wounds are on your right side。 I believe you're hungry。 Is the pain a kind of dull achea gnawing？〃
〃It's likethat。〃
〃Then it's hunger。〃 Venters laughed； and suddenly caught himself with a quick breath and felt again the little shock。 When had he laughed？ 〃It's hunger；〃 he went on。 〃I've had that gnaw many a time。 I've got it now。 But you mustn't eat。 You can have all the water you want； but no food just yet。〃
〃Won't Istarve？〃
〃No； people don't starve easily。 I've discovered that。 You must lie perfectly still and rest and sleepfor days。〃
〃My handsare dirty； my face feelsso hot and sticky； my boots hurt。〃 It was her longest speech as yet； and it trailed off in a whisper。
〃Well； I'm a fine nurse！〃
It annoyed him that he had never thought of these things。 But then； awaiting her death and thinking of her comfort were vastly different matters。 He unwrapped the blanket which covered her。 What a slender girl she was！ No wonder he had been able to carry her miles and pack her up that slippery ladder of stone。 Her boots were of soft； fine leather； reaching clear to her knees。 He recognized the make as one of a boot… maker in Sterling。 Her spurs； that he had stupidly neglected to remove； consisted of silver frames and gold chains； and the rowels； large as silver dollars； were fancifully engraved。 The boots slipped off rather hard。 She wore heavy woollen rider's stockings； half length； and these were pulled up over the ends of her short trousers。 Venters took off the stockings to note her little feet were red and swollen。 He bathed them。 Then he removed his scarf and bathed her face and hands。
〃I must see your wounds now；〃 he said； gently。
She made no reply； but watched him steadily as he opened her blouse and untied the bandage。 His strong fingers trembled a little as he removed it。 If the wounds had reopened！ A chill struck him as he saw the angry red bullet…mark； and a tiny stream of blood winding from it down her white breast。 Very carefully he lifted her to see that the wound in her back had closed perfectly。 Then he washed the blood from her breast； bathed the wound； and left it unbandaged； open to the air。
Her eyes thanked him。
〃Listen；〃 he said； earnestly。 〃I've had some wounds； and I've seen many。 I know a little about them。 The hole in your back has closed。 If you lie still three days the one in your breast will close and you'll be safe。 The danger from hemorrhage will be over。〃
He had spoken with earnest sincerity； almost eagerness。
〃Whydo youwant meto get well？〃 she asked； wonderingly。
The simple question seemed unanswerable except on grounds of humanity。 But the circumstances under which he had shot this strange girl； the shock and realization； the waiting for death； the hope； had resulted in a condition of mind wherein Venters wanted her to live more than he had ever wanted anything。 Yet he could not tell why。 He believed the killing of the rustler and the subsequent excitement had disturbed him。 For how else could he explain the throbbing of his brain； the heat of his blood； the undefined sense of full hours； charged； vibrant with pulsating mystery where once they had dragged in loneliness？
〃I shot you；〃 he said； slowly； 〃and I want you to get well so I shall not have killed a woman。 Butfor your own sake； too〃
A terrible bitterness darkened her eyes； and her lips quivered。
〃Hush；〃 said Venters。 〃You've talked too much already。〃
In her unutterable bitterness he saw a darkness of mood that could not have been caused by her present weak and feverish state。 She hated the life she had led； that she probably had been compelled to lead。 She had suffered some unforgivable wrong at the hands of Oldring。 With that conviction Venters felt a shame throughout his body； and it marked the rekindling of fierce anger and ruthlessness。 In the past long year he had nursed resentment。 He had hated the wildernessthe loneliness of the uplands。 He had waited for something to come to pass。 It had come。 Like an Indian stealing horses he had skulked into the recesses of the canyons。 He had found Oldring's retreat； he had killed a rustler； he had shot an unfortunate girl； then had saved her from this unwitting act； and he meant to save her from the consequent wasting of blood； from fever and weakness。 Starvation he had to fight for her and for himself。 Where he had been sick at the letting of blood； now he remembered it in grim； cold calm。 And as he lost that softness of nature； so he lost his fear of men。 He would watch for Oldring； biding his time； and he would kill this great black…bearded rustler who had held a girl in bondage； who had used her to his infamous ends。
Venters surmised this much of the change in himidleness had passed； keen； fierce vigor flooded his mind and body； all that had happened to him at Cottonwoods seemed remote and hard to recall； the difficulties and perils of the present absorbed him； held him in a kind of spell。
First； then； he fitted up the little cave adjoining the girl's room for his own comfort and use。 His next work was to build a fireplace of stones and to gather a store of wood。 That done； he spilled the contents of