in glimpses beneath their floating array, so that whereas
our plot of higher ground was still invested, stooping low and scanning we
could see beyond us by the extent of a narrow thinning belt capped with
the heavier white.

"There!" she whispered, pointing. "Look! There they are!"

Feet, legs, moving of themselves, cut off at the knees by the fog layer,
distant not more than short rifle range: that was what had been revealed.
A peculiar, absurd spectacle of a score or two of amputated limbs now
resurrected and blindly in quest of bodies.

"The Mormons!" I faltered.

"No! Leggins! Moccasins! They are Indians. We must leave right away before
they see us."

With our stuff she ran, I ran, for the mules. We worked rapidly, bridling
and saddling while the fog rose with measured steadiness.

"Hurry!" she bade.

The whole desert was a golden haze when having packed we climbed
aboard--she more spry than I, so that she led again.

As we urged outward the legs, behind, had taken to themselves thighs. But
the mist briefly eddied down upon us; our mules' hoofs made no sound
appreciable, on the scantily moistened soil; we lost the legs, and the
voices, and pressing the pace I rode beside her.

"Where?" I inquired.

"As far as we can while the fog hangs. Then we must hide in the first good
place. If they don't strike our trail we'll be all right."

The fog lingered in patches. From patch to patch we threaded, with many a
glance over shoulder. But time was traveling faster. I marked her
searching about nervously. Blue had already appeared above, the sun found
us again and again, and the fog remnants went spinning and coiling, in
last ghostly dance like that of frenzied wraiths.

Now we came to a rough outcrop of red sandstone, looming ruddily on our
right. She quickly swerved for it.

"The best chance. I see nothing else," she muttered. "We can tie the mules
under cover, and wait. We'll surely be spied if we keep on."

"Couldn't we risk it?"

"No. We've not start enough."

In a moment we had gained the refuge. The sculptured rock masses, detached
one from another, several jutting ten feet up, received us. We tied the
mules short, in a nook at the rear; and we ourselves crawled on, farther
in, until we lay snug amidst the shadowing buttresses, with the desert
vista opening before us.

The fog wraiths were very few; the sun blazed more vehemently and wiped
them out, so that through the marvelously clear air the exp