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In the further ascent Venters halted several times with the intention of saying good…by； yet he changed his mind and kept on climbing till they reached Balancing Rock。 Lassiter examined the huge rock； listened to Venters's idea of its position and suggestion； and curiously placed a strong hand upon it。
〃Hold on！〃 cried Venters。 〃I heaved at it once and have never gotten over my scare。〃
〃Well； you do seem uncommon nervous；〃 replied Lassiter； much amused。 〃Now； as for me； why I always had the funniest notion to roll stones！ When I was a kid I did it； an' the bigger I got the bigger stones I'd roll。 Ain't that funny？ Honesteven now I often get off my hoss just to tumble a big stone over a precipice； en' watch it drop； en' listen to it bang an' boom。 I've started some slides in my time； an' don't you forget it。 I never seen a rock I wanted to roll as bad as this one！ Wouldn't there jest be roarin'； crashin' hell down that trail？〃
〃You'd close the outlet forever！〃 exclaimed Venters。 〃Well； good…by； Lassiter。 Keep my secret and don't forget me。 And be mighty careful how you get out of the valley below。 The rustlers' canyon isn't more than three miles up the Pass。 Now you've tracked me here； I'll never feel safe again。〃
In his descent to the valley； Venters's emotion； roused to stirring pitch by the recital of his love story； quieted gradually； and in its place came a sober； thoughtful mood。 All at once he saw that he was serious； because he would never more regain his sense of security while in the valley。 What Lassiter could do another skilful tracker might duplicate。 Among the many riders with whom Venters had ridden he recalled no one who could have taken his trail at Cottonwoods and have followed it to the edge of the bare slope in the pass； let alone up that glistening smooth stone。 Lassiter； however； was not an ordinary rider。 Instead of hunting cattle tracks he had likely spent a goodly portion of his life tracking men。 It was not improbable that among Oldring's rustlers there was one who shared Lassiter's gift for trailing。 And the more Venters dwelt on this possibility the more perturbed he grew。
Lassiter's visit； moreover； had a disquieting effect upon Bess； and Venters fancied that she entertained the same thought as to future seclusion。 The breaking of their solitude； though by a well…meaning friend； had not only dispelled all its dream and much of its charm； but had instilled a canker of fear。 Both had seen the footprint in the sand。
Venters did no more work that day。 Sunset and twilight gave way to night； and the canyon bird whistled its melancholy notes； and the wind sang softly in the cliffs； and the camp…fire blazed and burned down to red embers。 To Venters a subtle difference was apparent in all of these； or else the shadowy change had been in him。 He hoped that on the morrow this slight depression would have passed away。
In that measure； however； he was doomed to disappointment。 Furthermore； Bess reverted to a wistful sadness that he had not observed in her since her recovery。 His attempt to cheer her out of it resulted in dismal failure； and consequently in a darkening of his own mood。 Hard work relieved him； still； when the day had passed； his unrest returned。 Then he set to deliberate thinking； and there came to him the startling conviction that he must leave Surprise Valley and take Bess with him。 As a rider he had taken many chances； and as an adventurer in Deception Pass he had unhesitatingly risked his life； but now he would run no preventable hazard of Bess's safety and happiness； and he was too keen not to see that hazard。 It gave him a pang to think of leaving the beautiful valley just when he had the means to establish a permanent and delightful home there。 One flashing thought tore in hot temptation through his mindwhy not climb up into the gorge； roll Balancing Rock down the trail； and close forever the outlet to Deception Pass？ 〃That was the beast in meshowing his teeth！〃 muttered Venters； scornfully。 〃I'll just kill him good and quick！ I'll be fair to this girl； if it's the last thing I do on earth！〃
Another day went by； in which he worked less and pondered more and all the time covertly watched Bess。 Her wistfulness had deepened into downright unhappiness； and that made his task to tell her all the harder。 He kept the secret another day； hoping by some chance she might grow less moody； and to his exceeding anxiety she fell into far deeper gloom。 Out of his own secret and the torment of it he divined that she； too； had a secret and the keeping of it was torturing her。 As yet he had no plan thought out in regard to how or when to leave the valley； but he decided to tell her the necessity of it and to persuade her to go。 Furthermore； he hoped his speaking out would induce her to unburden her own mind。
〃Bess； what's wrong with you？〃 he asked。
〃Nothing；〃 she answered； with averted face。
Venters took hold of her gently； though masterfully； forced her to meet his eyes。
〃You can't look at me and lie；〃 he said。 〃Nowwhat's wrong with you？ You're keeping something from me。 Well； I've got a secret； too； and I intend to tell it presently。〃
〃OhI have a secret。 I was crazy to tell you when you came back。 That's why I was so silly about everything。 I kept holding my secret backgloating over it。 But when Lassiter came I got an ideathat changed my mind。 Then I hated to tell you。〃
〃Are you going to now？〃
〃Yesyes。 I was coming to it。 I tried yesterday； but you were so cold。 I was afraid。 I couldn't keep it much longer。〃
〃Very well； most mysterious lady； tell your wonderful secret。〃
〃You needn't laugh；〃 she retorted； with a first glimpse of reviving spirit。 〃I can take the laugh out of you in one second。〃
〃It's a go。〃
She ran through the spruces to the cave； and returned carrying something which was manifestly heavy。 Upon nearer view he saw that whatever she held with such evident importance had been bound up in a black scarf he well remembered。 That alone was sufficient to make him tingle with curiosity。
〃Have you any idea what I did in your absence？〃 she asked。
〃I imagine you lounged about； waiting and watching for me；〃 he replied； smiling。 〃I've my share of conceit； you know。〃
〃You're wrong。 I worked。 Look at my hands。〃 She dropped on her knees close to where he sat； and； carefully depositing the black bundle； she held out her hands。 The palms and inside of her fingers were white； puckered； and worn。
〃Why； Bess； you've been fooling in the water；〃 he said。
〃Fooling？ Look here！〃 With deft fingers she spread open the black scarf； and the bright sun shone upon a dull； glittering heap of gold。
〃Gold！〃 he ejaculated。
〃Yes； gold！ See； pounds of gold！ I found itwashed it out of the streampicked it out grain by grain； nugget by nugget！〃
〃Gold！〃 he cried。
〃Yes。 Nownow laugh at my secret！〃
For a long minute Venters gazed。 Then he stretched forth a hand to feel if the gold was real。
〃Gold！〃 he almost shouted。 〃Bess； there are hundredsthousands of dollars' worth here！〃
He leaned over to her； and put his hand； strong and clenching now； on hers。
〃Is there more where this came from？〃 he whispered。
〃Plenty of it； all the way up the stream to the cliff。 You know I've often washed for gold。 Then I've heard the men talk。 I think there's no great quantity of gold here； but enough forfor a fortune for you。〃
〃Thatwasyoursecret！ 〃
〃Yes。 I hate gold。 For it makes men mad。 I've seen them drunk with joy and dance and fling themselves around。 I've seen them curse and rave。 I've seen them fight like dogs and roll in the dust。 I've seen them kill each other for gold。〃
〃Is that why you hated to tell me？〃
〃Notnot altogether。〃 Bess lowered her head。 〃It was because I knew you'd never stay here long after you found gold。〃
〃You were afraid I'd leave you？〃
〃Yes。
〃Listen！。。。You great； simple child！ Listen。。。You sweet； wonderful； wild； blue…eyed girl！ I was tortured by my secret。 It was that I knew wewe must leave the valley。 We can't stay here much longer。 I couldn't think how we'd get awayout of the countryor how we'd live； if we ever got out。 I'm a beggar。 That's why I kept my secret。 I'm poor。 It takes money to make way beyond Sterling。