As the day grew clearer, she began to study the surroundings.  All seemed utter desolation.  There was no sign that any one had ever passed that way before; and yet, just as she had thought that, the horse stopped and snorted, and there in the rocks before them lay a man’s hat riddled with shot.  Peering fearfully around, the girl saw a sight which made her turn icy cold and begin to tremble; for there, below them, as if he had fallen from his horse and rolled down the incline, lay a man on his face.

For the instant fear held her riveted, with the horse, one figure like a statue, girl and beast; the next, sudden panic took hold upon her.  Whether the man were dead or not, she must make haste.  It might be he would come to himself and pursue her, though there was that in the rigid attitude of the figure down below that made her sure he had been dead some time.  But how had he died?  Scarcely by his own hand.  Who had killed him?  Were there fiends lurking in the fastnesses of the mountain growth above her?

With guarded motion she urged her horse forward, and for miles beyond the horse scrambled breathlessly, the girl holding on with shut eyes, not daring to look ahead for fear of seeing more terrible sights, not daring to look behind for fear of—­what she did not know.

At last the way sloped downward, and they reached more level ground, with wide stretches of open plain, dotted here and there with sage-brush and greasewood.

She had been hungry back there before she came upon the dead man; but now the hunger had gone from her, and in its place was only faintness.  Still, she dared not stop long to eat.  She must make as much time as possible here in this open space, and now she was where she could be seen more easily if any one were in pursuit.

But the horse had decided that it was time for breakfast.  He had had one or two drinks of water on the mountain, but there had been no time for him to eat.  He was decidedly hungry, and the plain offered nothing in the shape of breakfast.  He halted, lingered, and came to a neighing stop, looking around at his mistress.  She roused from her lethargy of trouble, and realized that his wants—­if not her own—­must be attended to.

She must sacrifice some of her own store of eatables, for by and by they would come to a good grazing-place perhaps, but now there was nothing.

The corn-meal seemed the best for the horse.  She had more of it than of anything else.  She poured a scanty portion out on a paper, and the beast smacked his lips appreciatively over it, carefully licking every grain from the paper, as the girl guarded it lest his breath should blow any away.  He snuffed hungrily at the empty paper, and she gave him a little more meal, while she ate some of the cold beans, and scanned the horizon anxiously.  There was nothing but sage-brush in sight ahead of her, and more hills farther on where dim outlines of trees could be seen.  If she could but get up higher where she could see farther, and perhaps reach a bench where there would be grass and some shelter.