Shortly a cottontail deliberately crossed the circle, then another and
another. Suddenly Diana touched Enoch's hand softly.
"In the trees, opposite!" she breathed.
Two pairs of fiery eyes moved slowly out until the starlight revealed
two tiny antelope, gray, graceful shadows of the desert night. The
pair stared motionless at the ancient grave, then gently trotted away.
Now came a long interval in which neither sound nor motion was
perceptible in the silvery dusk. Then like little gray ghosts with
glowing eyes half a dozen antelope moved tranquilly across the
amphitheater. Enoch and Diana watched breathlessly but for many
moments more there was no sign of living creature. And suddenly a
great star flashed across the radiant heavens.
"The magic!" whispered Diana, "the desert magic!"
"Diana," murmured Enoch in reply, "this is as near heaven as mortals
may hope to reach."
"Desert magic!" repeated Diana softly. "Come, dear, we must go back to
camp."
Enoch rose reluctantly and put his hands on Diana's shoulders. "Those
lovers, long ago," he said, his deep voice tender and wistful, "those
lovers long ago were not far wrong in their decision. I'm sure, in the
years to come, when I think of this evening, and this journey, I shall
feel so.
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