It certainly appeared to loosen his
tongue. But Carley knew she was farther from normal than ever before in her
life, and that the subtle, inscrutable woman's intuition of her presaged
another shock. Just as she had seemed to change, so had the aspects of the
canyon undergone some illusive transformation. The beauty of green foliage
and amber stream and brown tree trunks and gray rocks and red walls was
there; and the summer drowsiness and languor lay as deep; and the
loneliness and solitude brooded with its same eternal significance. But
some nameless enchantment, perhaps of hope, seemed no longer to encompass
her. A blow had fallen upon her, the nature of which only time could
divulge.
Glenn led her around the clearing and up to the base of the west wall,
where against a shelving portion of the cliff had been constructed a rude
fence of poles. It formed three sides of a pen, and the fourth side was
solid rock. A bushy cedar tree stood in the center. Water flowed from under
the cliff, which accounted for the boggy condition of the red earth. This
pen was occupied by a huge sow and a litter of pigs.
Carley climbed on the fence and sat there while Glenn leaned over the top
pole and began to wax eloquent on a subject evidently dear to his heart.
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