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Venters awakened to the sound of melody that he imagined was only the haunting echo of dream music。 He opened his eyes to another surprise of this valley of beautiful surprises。 Out of his cave he saw the exquisitely fine foliage of the silver spruces crossing a round space of blue morning sky； and in this lacy leafage fluttered a number of gray birds with black and white stripes and long tails。 They were mocking…birds； and they were singing as if they wanted to burst their throats。 Venters listened。 One long； silver…tipped branch dropped almost to his cave； and upon it； within a few yards of him； sat one of the graceful birds。 Venters saw the swelling and quivering of its throat in song。 He arose； and when he slid down out of his cave the birds fluttered and flew farther away。
Venters stepped before the opening of the other cave and looked in。 The girl was awake； with wide eyes and listening look； and she had a hand on Ring's neck。
〃Mocking…birds！〃 she said。
〃Yes；〃 replied Venters； 〃and I believe they like our company。〃
〃Where are we？〃
〃Never mind now。 After a little I'll tell you。〃
〃The birds woke me。 When I heard themand saw the shiny treesand the blue skyand then a blaze of gold dropping downI wondered〃
She did not complete her fancy； but Venters imagined he understood her meaning。 She appeared to be wandering in mind。 Venters felt her face and hands and found them burning with fever。 He went for water； and was glad to find it almost as cold as if flowing from ice。 That water was the only medicine he had； and he put faith in it。 She did not want to drink； but he made her swallow； and then he bathed her face and head and cooled her wrists。
The day began with the heightening of the fever。 Venters spent the time reducing her temperature； cooling her hot cheeks and temples。 He kept close watch over her； and at the least indication of restlessness； that he knew led to tossing and rolling of the body； he held her tightly； so no violent move could reopen her wounds。 Hour after hour she babbled and laughed and cried and moaned in delirium； but whatever her secret was she did not reveal it。
Attended by something somber for Venters； the day passed。 At night in the cool winds the fever abated and she slept。
The second day was a repetition of the first。 On the third he seemed to see her wither and waste away before his eyes。 That day he scarcely went from her side for a moment； except to run for fresh； cool water； and he did not eat。 The fever broke on the fourth day and left her spent and shrunken； a slip of a girl with life only in her eyes。 They hung upon Venters with a mute observance； and he found hope in that。
To rekindle the spark that had nearly flickered out； to nourish the little life and vitality that remained in her； was Venters's problem。 But he had little resource other than the meat of the rabbits and quail； and from these he made broths and soups as best he could； and fed her with a spoon。 It came to him that the human body； like the human soul； was a strange thing and capable of recovering from terrible shocks。 For almost immediately she showed faint signs of gathering strength。 There was one more waiting day； in which he doubted； and spent long hours by her side as she slept； and watched the gentle swell of her breast rise and fall in breathing； and the wind stir the tangled chestnut curls。 On the next day he knew that she would live。
Upon realizing it he abruptly left the cave and sought his accustomed seat against the trunk of a big spruce； where once more he let his glance stray along the sloping terraces。 She would live； and the somber gloom lifted out of the valley； and he felt relief that was pain。 Then he roused to the call of action； to the many things he needed to do in the way of making camp fixtures and utensils； to the necessity of hunting food； and the desire to explore the valley。
But he decided to wait a few more days before going far from camp； because he fancied that the girl rested easier when she could see him near at hand。 And on the first day her languor appeared to leave her in a renewed grip of life。 She awoke stronger from each short slumber； she ate greedily； and she moved about In her bed of boughs； and always； it seemed to Venters； her eyes followed him。 He knew now that her recovery would be rapid。 She talked about the dogs； about the caves； the valley； about how hungry she was； till Venters silenced her； asking her to put off further talk till another time。 She obeyed； but she sat up in her bed； and her eyes roved to and fro； and always back to him。
Upon the second morning she sat up when he awakened her； and would not permit him to bathe her face and feed her； which actions she performed for herself。 She spoke little； however； and Venters was quick to catch in her the first intimations of thoughtfulness and curiosity and appreciation of her situation。 He left camp and took Whitie out to hunt for rabbits。 Upon his return he was amazed and somewhat anxiously concerned to see his invalid sitting with her back to a corner of the cave and her bare feet swinging out。 Hurriedly he approached； intending to advise her to lie down again； to tell her that perhaps she might overtax her strength。 The sun shone upon her； glinting on the little head with its tangle of bright hair and the small； oval face with its pallor； and dark…blue eyes underlined by dark…blue circles。 She looked at him and he looked at her。 In that exchange of glances he imagined each saw the other in some different guise。 It seemed impossible to Venters that this frail girl could be Oldring's Masked Rider。 It flashed over him that he had made a mistake which presently she would explain。
〃Help me down；〃 she said。
〃Butare you well enough？〃 he protested。 〃Waita little longer。〃
〃I'm weakdizzy。 But I want to get down。〃
He lifted herwhat a light burden now！and stood her upright beside him； and supported her as she essayed to walk with halting steps。 She was like a stripling of a boy； the bright； small head scarcely reached his shoulder。 But now； as she clung to his arm； the rider's costume she wore did not contradict； as it had done at first； his feeling of her femininity。 She might be the famous Masked Rider of the uplands； she might resemble a boy； but her outline； her little hands and feet； her hair； her big eyes and tremulous lips； and especially a something that Venters felt as a subtle essence rather than what he saw； proclaimed her sex。
She soon tired。 He arranged a comfortable seat for her under the spruce that overspread the camp…fire。
〃Now tell meeverything；〃 she said。
He recounted all that had happened from the time of his discovery of the rustlers in the canyon up to the present moment。
〃You shot meand now you've saved my life？〃
〃Yes。 After almost killing you I've pulled you through。〃
〃Are you glad？〃
〃I should say so！〃
Her eyes were unusually expressive； and they regarded him steadily； she was unconscious of that mirroring of her emotions and they shone with gratefulness and interest and wonder and sadness。
〃Tell meabout yourself？〃 she asked。
He made this a briefer story； telling of his coming to Utah； his various occupations till he became a rider； and then how the Mormons had practically driven him out of Cottonwoods； an outcast。
Then； no longer able to withstand his own burning curiosity； he questioned her in turn。
〃Are you Oldring's Masked Rider？〃
〃Yes；〃 she replied； and dropped her eyes。
〃I knew itI recognized your figureand mask； for I saw you once。 Yet I can't believe it！。。。But you never were really that rustler； as we riders knew him？ A thiefa maraudera kidnapper of womena murderer of sleeping riders！〃
〃No！ I never stoleor harmed any onein all my life。 I only rode and rode〃
〃But whywhy？〃 he burst out。 〃Why the name？ I understand Oldring made you ride。 But the black maskthe mysterythe things laid to your handsthe threats in your infamous namethe night…riding credited to youthe evil deeds deliberately blamed on you and acknowledged by rustlerseven Oldring himself！ Why？ Tell me why？〃
〃I never knew that；〃 she answered low。 Her drooping head straightened； and the large eyes； larger now and darker； met Venters's with a clear；