MeanwhiletheSageWoodandPineBarrenstagecoach，profoundlyoblivious——afterthemannerofallhumaninvention——ofeverythingbutitsregularfunction，toileddustilyoutofthehigherplainandbeganthegratefuldescentofawoodedcanyon，whichwas，infact，theculminatingpointofthedepression，justdescribed，alongwhichtheshadowyprocessionwasslowlyadvancing，hardlyamileintherearandflankofthevehicle。MissJuliaCantire，whohadfacedthedustvolleysoftheplainunflinchingly，asbecameasoldier’sdaughter，herestooduprightandshookherself——herprettyheadandfigureemerginglikeagoddessfromtheenvelopingsilvercloud。AtleastMr。Boyle，relegatedtothebackseat，thoughtso——althoughherconversationandattentionshadbeenchieflydirectedtothedriverandmailagent。Once，whenhehadlight-heartedlyaddressedaremarktoher，ithadbeenreceivedwithadistinctbutunpromisingpolitenessthathadmadehimdesistfromfurtherattempts，yetwithoutabatementofhischeerfulness，orresentmentoftheevidentamusementhistwomalecompanionsgotoutofhis“snub。“Indeed，itistobefearedthatMissJuliahadcertainprejudicesofposition，andmayhavethoughtthata“drummer“——orcommercialtraveler——wasnomorefittingcompanyforthedaughterofamajorthananordinarypeddler。ButitwasmoreprobablethatMr。Boyle’sreputationasahumorist——atelleroffunnystoriesandabooncompanionofmen——wasinconsistentwiththefeminineidealofhighandexaltedmanhood。Themanwho“setsthetableinaroar“isapttobesecretlydetestedbythesex，tosaynothingoftheotherobviousreasonswhyJulietsdonotlikeMercutios！
　　ForsomesuchcauseasthisDickBoylewasobligedtoamusehimselfsilently，aloneonthebackseat，withthoseliberalpowersofobservationwhichnaturehadgivenhim。Onenteringthecanyonhehadnoticedthedeviousroutethecoachhadtakentoreachit，andhadalreadyinventedanimprovedroutewhichshouldenterthedepressionatthepointwheretheIndianshadalreadyunknowntohimplungedintoit，andhadconceivedaroadthroughthetangledbrushthatwouldshortenthedistancebysomemiles。Hehadfigureditout，andbelievedthatit“wouldpay。“Butbythistimetheywerebeginningthesomewhatsteepanddifficultascentofthecanyonontheotherside。Thevehiclehadnotcrawledmanyyardsbeforeitstopped。DickBoyleglancedaround。MissCantirewasgettingdown。Shehadexpressedawishtowalktherestoftheascent，andthecoachwastowaitforheratthetop。Fosterhadeffusivelybeggedhertotakeherowntime——“therewasnohurry！“
　　Boyleglancedalittlelonginglyafterhergracefulfigure，releasedfromhercrampedpositiononthebox，asitflittedyouthfullyinandoutofthewaysidetrees；hewouldliketohavejoinedherinthewoodlandramble，butevenhisgoodnaturewasnotproofagainstherindifference。Ataturnintheroadtheylostsightofher，and，asthedriverandmailagentweredeepinadiscussionabouttheindistincttrack，Boylelapsedintohissilentstudyofthecountry。Suddenlyheutteredaslightexclamation，andquietlyslippedfromthebackofthetoilingcoachtotheground。Theactionwas，however，quicklynotedbythedriver，whopromptlyputhisfootonthebrakeandpulledup。“Wot’supnow？“
　　hegrowled。
　　Boyledidnotreply，butranbackafewstepsandbegansearchingeagerlyontheground。
　　“Lostsuthin？“askedFoster。
　　“Foundsomething，“saidBoyle，pickingupasmallobject。“Lookatthat！D——difitisn’tthecardIgavethatIndianfourhoursagoatthestation！“Heheldupthecard。
　　“Lookyer，sonny，“retortedFostergravely，“efyerwantin’togetoutandhangroundMissCantire，whydon’tyersaysoatoncet？
　　Thatstorywon’twash！“
　　“Fact！“continuedBoyleeagerly。“It’sthesamecardIstuckinhishat——there’sthegreasymarkinthecorner。Howthedevildidit——howdidHEgethere？“
　　“Betteraxhim，“saidFostergrimly，“efhe’sanywhereround。“
　　“ButIsay，Foster，Idon’tlikethelookofthisatall！MissCantireisalone，and“——
　　ButaburstoflaughterfromFosterandthemailagentinterruptedhim。“That’sso，“saidFoster。“That’syourbestholt！Keepitup！Youjesttellherthat！Saythar’sanotherInjinskeeron；
　　thatthattharbloodthirstyole’FleasinHisBlanket’isonthewarpath，andyou’regoin’toshedthelastdropo’yourblooddefendin’her！That’llfetchher，andsheain’tbintreatin’youwell！G’lang！“
　　ThehorsesstartedforwardunderFoster’swhip，leavingBoylestandingthere，halfinclinedtojoininthelaughagainsthimself，andyetimpelledbysomestrangeinstincttotakeamoreseriousviewofhisdiscovery。TherewasnodoubtitwasthesamecardhehadgiventotheIndian。True，thatIndianmighthavegivenittoanother——yetbywhatagencyhaditbeenbroughttherefasterthanthecoachtraveledonthesameroad，andyetinvisiblytothem？
　　ForaninstantthehumorousideaofliterallyacceptingFoster’schallenge，andcommunicatinghisdiscoverytoMissCantire，occurredtohim；hecouldhavemadeafunnystoryoutofit，andcouldhaveamusedanyothergirlwithit，buthewouldnotforcehimselfuponher，andagaindoubtedifthediscoverywereamatterofamusement。Ifitwerereallyserious，whyshouldhealarmher？
　　Heresolved，however，toremainontheroad，andwithinconvenientdistanceofher，untilshereturnedtothecoach；shecouldnotbefaraway。Withthispurposehewalkedslowlyon，haltingoccasionallytolookbehind。
　　Meantimethecoachcontinueditsdifficultascent，adifficultymadegreaterbythesingularnervousnessofthehorses，thatonlywithgreattroubleandsomeobjurgationfromthedrivercouldbepreventedfromshyingfromtheregulartrack。
　　“Now，wot’sgoneo’themcritters？“saidtheirateFoster，strainingatthereinsuntilheseemedtolifttheleaderbackintothetrackagain。
　　“Looksaseftheysmeltsuthin——b’arorInjinponies，“suggestedthemailagent。
　　“Injinponies？“repeatedFosterscornfully。
　　“Fac’！Injinponiessetahosscrazy——jestaswildhosseswould！“
　　“Whar’syerInjinponies？“demandedFosterincredulously。
　　“Dunno，“saidthemailagentsimply。
　　Butherethehorsesagainswervedsomadlyfromsomepointofthethicketbesidethemthatthecoachcompletelyleftthetrackontheright。Luckilyitwasadisusedtrailandthegroundfairlygood，andFostergavethemtheirheads，satisfiedofhisabilitytoregaintheregularroadwhennecessary。Ittooksomemomentsforhimtorecovercompletecontrolofthefrightenedanimals，andthentheirnervousnesshavingabatedwiththeirdistancefromthethicket，andthetrailbeinglesssteepthoughmorewindingthantheregularroad，heconcludedtokeepituntilhegottothesummit，whenhewouldregainthehighwayoncemoreandawaithispassengers。Havingdonethis，thetwomenstooduponthebox，andwithananxietytheytriedtoconcealfromeachotherlookeddownthecanyonforthelaggingpedestrians。
　　“IhopeMissCantirehasn’tbeenstampededfromthetrackbyanyskeerlikethat，“saidthemailagentdubiously。
　　“Notshe！She’sgottoomuchgritandsabeforthat，unlessthatdrummerhezcaughtupwithherandunloadedhisyarnaboutthatkyard。“
　　Theywerethelastwordsthemenspoke。Fortworifleshotscrackedfromthethicketbesidetheroad；twoshotsaimedwithsuchdeliberatenessandprecisionthatthetwomen，mortallystricken，collapsedwheretheystood，hangingforabriefmomentoverthedashboardbeforetheyrolledoveronthehorses’backs。Nordidtheyremaintherelong，forthenextmomenttheywereseizedbyhalfadozenshadowyfiguresandwiththehorsesandtheircuttracesdraggedintothethicket。Ahalfdozenandthenadozenothershadowsflittedandswarmedover，in，andthroughthecoach，reinforcedbystillmore，untilthewholevehicleseemedtobepossessed，covered，andhiddenbythem，swayingandmovingwiththeirweight，likehelplesscarrionbeneathapackofravenouswolves。Yetevenwhilethisseethingcongregationwasatitsgreatest，atsomeunknownsignalitassuddenlydispersed，vanished，anddisappeared，leavingthecoachempty——vacantandvoidofallthathadgivenitlife，weight，animation，andpurpose——amereskeletonontheroadside。Theafternoonwindblewthroughitsopendoorsandravagedrackandboxasifithadbeenthewreckofweeksinsteadofminutes，andthelevelraysofthesettingsunflashedandblazedintoitswindowsasthoughfirehadbeenaddedtotheruin。Buteventhispresentlyfaded，leavingtheabandonedcoacharigid，lifelessspectreonthetwilightplain。
　　Anhourlatertherewasthesoundofhurryinghoofsandjinglingaccoutrements，andoutoftheplainsweptasquadofcavalrymenbearingdownuponthedesertedvehicle。Forafewmomentsthey，too，seemedtosurroundandpossessit，evenastheothershadowshaddone，penetratingthewoodsandthicketbesideit。Andthenassuddenlyatsomesignaltheysweptforwardfuriouslyinthetrackofthedestroyingshadows。
　　MissCantiretookfulladvantageofthesuggestion“nottohurry“
　　inherwalk，withcertainfeminineideasofitslatitude。Shegatheredafewwildflowersandsomeberriesintheunderwood，inspectedsomebirds’nestswithahealthyyouthfulcuriosity，andeventooktheopportunityofarrangingsomemoisttendrilsofhersilkyhairwithsomethingshetookfromthesmallreticulethathungcoquettishlyfromhergirdle。Itwas，indeed，sometwentyminutesbeforesheemergedintotheroadagain；thevehiclehadevidentlydisappearedinaturnofthelong，windingascent，butjustaheadofherwasthatdreadfulman，the“Chicagodrummer。“
　　Shewasnotvain，butshemadenodoubtthathewaswaitingthereforher。Therewasnoavoidinghim，buthiscompanionshipcouldbemadeabriefone。Shebegantowalkwithostentatiousswiftness。
　　Boyle，whoseconcernforhersafetywassecretlyrelievedatthis，begantowalkforwardbrisklytoowithoutlookingaround。MissCantirewasnotpreparedforthis；itlookedsoridiculouslyasifshewerechasinghim！Shehesitatedslightly，butnowasshewasnearlyabreastofhimshewasobligedtokeepon。
　　“Ithinkyoudowelltohurry，MissCantire，“hesaidasshepassed。“I’velostsightofthecoachforsometime，andIdaresaythey’realreadywaitingforusatthesummit。“
　　MissCantiredidnotlikethisanybetter。Togoonbesidethisdreadfulman，scramblingbreathlesslyafterthestage——foralltheworldlikeanabsorbedandsentimentallybelatedpairofpicnickers——wasreallyTOOmuch。“PerhapsifYOUranonandtoldthemIwascomingasfastasIcould，“shesuggestedtentatively。
　　“ItwouldbeasmuchasmylifeisworthtoappearbeforeFosterwithoutyou，“hesaidlaughingly。“You’veonlygottohurryonalittlefaster。“
　　Buttheyoungladyresentedthisbeingdrivenbya“drummer。“Shebegantolag，depressingherprettybrowsominously。