Think of Apaches, and imagine the terror with which she caught the sounds of approach, the heavy, stumbling steps through the darkness.  Then imagine the joy with which she recognized Thurstane’s call and groped to meet him.  In the dizziness of her delight, and amid the hiding veils of the obscurity, it did not seem wrong nor unnatural to fall against his arm and be supported by it for a moment.  Ralph received this touch, this shock, as if it had been a ball; and his nature bore the impress of it as long as if it had made a scar.  In his whole previous life he had not felt such a thrill of emotion; it was almost too powerful to be adequately described as a pleasure.

Next came Coronado, as happy as a disappointed burglar whose cue it is to congratulate the rescuing policeman.  “My dear Lieutenant!  You are heaven’s own messenger.  You have saved us from a horrible night.  But it is prodigious; it is incredible.  You must have come here by enchantment.  How in God’s name could you find your way up this fearful canon?”

“The canon is perfectly passable on foot,” replied the young officer, stiffly and angrily.  “By Jove, sir!  I don’t see why you didn’t make a start to get out.  This is a pretty place to lodge Miss Van Diemen.”

Coronado took off his hat and made a bow of submission and regret, which was lost in the darkness.

“I must say,” Thurstane went on grumbling, “that, for a man who claims to know this country, your management has been very singular.”

Clara, fearful of a quarrel, slightly pressed his arm and checked this volcano with the weight of a feather.

“We are not all like you, my dear Lieutenant,” said Coronado, in a tone which might have been either apologetical or ironical.  “You must make allowance for ordinary human nature.”

“I beg pardon,” returned Thurstane, who was thinking now chiefly of that pressure on his arm.  “The truth is, I was alarmed for your safety.  I can’t help feeling responsibility on this expedition, although it is your train.  My military education runs me into it, I suppose.  Well, excuse my excitement.  Miss Van Diemen, may I help you back through the gully?”

In leaning on him, being guided by him, being saved by him, trusting in him, the girl found a pleasure which was irresistible, although it seemed audacious and almost sinful.  Before the canon was half traversed she felt as if she could go on with him through the great dark valley of life, confiding in his strength and wisdom to lead her aright and make her happy.  It was a temporary wave of emotion, but she remembered it long after it had passed.

Around the fires, after a cup of hot coffee, amid the odors of a plentiful supper, recounting the evening’s adventure to Mrs. Stanley, Coronado was at his best.  How he rolled out the English language!  Our mother tongue hardly knew itself, it ran so fluently and sounded so magniloquently and lied so naturally.  He praised everybody but himself; he praised Clara, Thurstane, and the two soldiers and the horses; he even said a flattering word or two for Divine Providence.  Clara especially, and the whole of her heroic, more than human sex, demanded his enthusiastic admiration.  How she had borne the terrors of the night and the desert!  “Ah, Mrs. Stanley! only you women are capable of such efforts.”