"I am going up to the top of the cliffs again and see what I can see," she said.
"If there's gold anywhere it's down here," said Shipton. "There's nothing on the top."
"Just the same I'm going!"
"Where the horses are?" jeered Taggart. "By God, if you have...."
"If you think I am trying to run away you can follow and watch me. I am going!"
She turned. Deveril was watching her with keen, shrewd eyes. Taggart took a quick stride toward her, his hand lifted to drag her back. Deveril stepped before him, saying coolly:
"I'll go up with her, Taggart. And I guess you know how I stand on this, don't you?"
"All right," conceded the sheriff. "Only keep your eye peeled. I'm getting leery."
It was a long climb to the cliff tops and neither Lynette nor Deveril at her heels spoke during the climb. They were silent when at last they stood side by side near the tethered horses. Deveril's eyes were upon her pale face; her own eyes ran swiftly, eagerly across the deep cañon to the wooded lands beyond. She prayed with the fervor of growing despair for the sight of a certain young blond giant of a man racing headlong to her relief.
"Well?" said Deveril presently in a tone so strange, so vibrant with suppressed emotion that he made her start and drew her wondering eyes swiftly. "What are you looking for now?"