She drew a long breath and
stirred uneasily--she'd better go home now--but the path had a
snake-like charm for her and still she stood, following it as far
down as she could with her eyes. Down it went, writhing this way
and that to a spur that had been swept bare by forest fires. Along
this spur it travelled straight for a while and, as her eyes
eagerly followed it to where it sank sharply into a covert of
maples, the little creature dropped of a sudden to the ground and,
like something wild, lay flat.
A human figure had filled the leafy mouth that swallowed up the
trail and it was coming towards her. With a thumping heart she
pushed slowly forward through the brush until her face, fox-like
with cunning and screened by a blueberry bush, hung just over the
edge of the cliff, and there she lay, like a crouched panther-cub,
looking down. For a moment, all that was human seemed gone from
her eyes, but, as she watched, all that was lost came back to
them, and something more. She had seen that it was a man, but she
had dropped so quickly that she did not see the big, black horse
that, unled, was following him.
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