THE SONG OF THE LARK
into slippery pools. They were delighted with each other and with the adventure which lay behind them.
"I can't even see the whites of your eyes, Thea. But I 'd know who was here stepping out with me, anywhere. Part coyote you are, by the feel of you. When you make up your mind to jump, you jump! My gracious, what 's the matter with your hand?"
"Cactus spines. Did n't I tell you when I grabbed the cactus? I thought it was a root. Are we going straight?"
"I don't know. Somewhere near it, I think. I 'm very comfortable, are n't you? You 're warm, except your cheeks. How funny they are when they re wet. Still, you always feel like you. I like this. I could walk to Flagstaff. It 's fun, not being able to see anything. I feel surer of you when I can't see you. Will you run away with me?"
Thea laughed. "I won't run far to-night. I 'll think about it. Look, Fred, there 's somebody coming."
"Henry, with his lantern. Good enough! Halloo! Hallo—o—o!" Fred shouted.
The moving light bobbed toward them. In half an hour Thea was in her big feather bed, drinking hot lentil soup, and almost before the soup was swallowed she was asleep.
