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The sun had already disappeared behind the sharp pointed dark peaks of the mountains. It was nearly night. As the light grew dim, the far stretching prairie began to be hidden. By a stream in a valley where grew large and small trees were the lodges of a great camp. For a long distance up and down the river rose the smokes of many fires.,"It was some joke, of course?" goes on Violet, not having received any answer to her first question.,"Where are you now, Mona?" asks Geoffrey, suddenly, laying his hand with a loving pressure on her shoulder. "In Afghanistan or Timbuctoo? Far from us, at least." There is a little vague reproach and uneasiness in his tone.,"Do you really like it?" asks she, plainly delighted.,"Well done, Nolly! Go it again, old chap!",The very air is still. There is no sound, no motion, save the coming and going of their own breath as it rises quickly from their hearts, filled full of passionate admiration for the loveliness before them.,"You are wrong: I am quite well," says Mona, smiling, and rousing herself.,"He has stolen the will. Taken it away. That paper you hold must have fallen from him, and contains the directions about finding the right panel. Ah! what shall we do now?",After a little while, pausing beside a doorway, she casts an upward glance at her companion.,"It is to be regretted you cannot like England, as you have made up your mind to live in it; and yet I think——" She pauses.,"Sure you know I'd tell you if there was anything to tell," replies she, evasively.,The father took his pipe and filled it, and smoked and prayed to all the powers, saying, "Hear now, Sun; listen, Above People; listen, Underwater People; now you have taken pity; now you have given us food. We are going to those mysterious ones who walk through water with dry moccasins. Protect us among these to-be-feared people. Let us live. Man, woman, and child, give us long life.".