She looked into his face for an instant, and noted his earnestness; and all at once she broke into a clear ripple of laughter.  The young man was astonished anew that she had understood him enough to laugh.  She must be unusually keen-witted, this lady of the desert.

“If ’twas as bad as that,” she said in quite another tone, “you c’n laugh.”

They looked at each other then in mutual understanding, and each fell to eating his portion in silence.  Suddenly the man spoke.

“I am eating your food that you had prepared for your journey, and I have not even said, ‘Thank you’ yet, nor asked if you have enough to carry you to a place where there is more.  Where are you going?”

The girl did not answer at once; but, when she did, she spoke thoughtfully, as if the words were a newly made vow from an impulse just received.

“I am going to school,” she said in her slow way, “to learn to ‘sight’ the Desert of Sahara.”

He looked at her, and his eyes gave her the homage he felt was her due; but he said nothing.  Here evidently was an indomitable spirit, but how did she get out into the wilderness?  Where did she come from, and why was she alone?  He had heard of the freedom of Western women, but surely such girls as this did not frequent so vast a waste of uninhabited territory as his experience led him to believe this was.  He sat studying her.

The brow was sweet and thoughtful, with a certain keen inquisitiveness about the eyes.  The mouth was firm; yet there were gentle lines of grace about it.  In spite of her coarse, dark calico garb, made in no particular fashion except with an eye to covering with the least possible fuss and trouble, she was graceful.  Every movement was alert and clean-cut.  When she turned to look full in his face, he decided that she had almost beautiful eyes.

She had arisen while he was watching her, and seemed to be looking off with sudden apprehension.  He followed her gaze, and saw several dark figures moving against the sky.

“It’s a herd of antelope,” she said with relief; “but it’s time we hit the trail.”  She turned, and put her things together with incredible swiftness, giving him very little opportunity to help, and mounted her pony without more words.

For an hour he followed her at high speed as she rode full tilt over rough and smooth, casting furtive, anxious glances behind her now and then, which only half included him.  She seemed to know that he was there and was following; that was all.

The young man felt rather amused and flattered.  He reflected that most women he knew would have ridden by his side, and tried to make him talk.  But this girl of the wilderness rode straight ahead as if her life depended upon it.  She seemed to have nothing to say to him, and to be anxious neither to impart her own history nor to know his.

Well, that suited his mood.  He had come out into the wilderness to think and to forget.  Here was ample opportunity.  There had been a little too much of it yesterday, when he wandered from the rest of his party who had come out to hunt; and for a time he had felt that he would rather be back in his native city with a good breakfast and all his troubles than to be alone in the vast waste forever.  But now there was human company, and a possibility of getting somewhere sometime.  He was content.