And when there's anything in the way, it
gathers all its strength and sweeps over it. It's a mighty force. You
have to be stronger than it is--and more cunning too--to stop it in the
way it wants to go."
Above their heads the sky glowed in red bars, but down in the stream's
hollow the dusk had come, cool and gray. She was suddenly aware of it,
noticed the diminished light, and the thickening purplish tones that
had robbed the trees and rocks of color. Her warm vitality was invaded
by chill that crept inward and touched her spirit with an eerie dread.
She turned quickly and ran through the bushes calling back to him, "I
must hurry and get supper. They'll be waiting. Bring the pail."
Courant followed slowly, watching her as she climbed the bank.
CHAPTER II
For some days their route followed the river, then they would leave it
and strike due west, making marches from spring to spring. The country
was as arid as the face of a dead planet, save where the water's course
was marked by a line of green. Here and there the sage was broken by
bare spaces where the alkali cropped out in a white encrusting.
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