I'd miss Leff dreadfully. Come, it's time to go."
Before he could answer she was climbing the bank, not looking back,
moving confidently as one who had no need of his aid. He followed her
slowly, sore and angry, his eyes on her figure which flitted in advance
clean-cut against the pale, enormous sky.
He had just caught up with her when from a hollow near the roadside
Leff came into view. He had been after antelope and carried his rifle
and a hunting knife in his belt. During the chase he had come upon a
deserted Pawnee settlement in a depression of the prairie. Susan was
instantly interested and wanted to see it and David stood by, listening
in sulky silence while Leff pointed out the way. The sun was sinking
and they faced it, the young man's indicating finger moving back and
forth across the vagaries of the route. The prairie was cut by long
undulations, naked of verdure, save a spot in the foreground where,
beside a round greenish pool, a single tree lifted thinly clad boughs.
Something of bleakness had crept into the prospect, its gay greenness
was giving place to an austere pallor of tint, a dry economy of
vegetation.
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