ng breasts were bare and held close to his own body.
Her heart beats were felt by him as she lay limp for a space in his
arms, and Tahn-te knew that for all other things in his life words
could be found--but for the thrill of the touch of her body there were
no words. It was as if a star had slipped out of the sky and given
its glow and radiance to his life--the music of existence had touched
him--and the magic of it held him dumb and still.

And he knew that the magic of the maid was born of the Great Mystery,
and that a new life for him was born as each heard the heart beats of
the other.

It was as truly a new marking for the Life Trail as had been the
prayer made as a boy at the mesa shrine to answer the young moon
message of the God of the Wilderness.

The maid stirred in his clasp and drew herself shyly away from him. At
her first little movement, his arms grew tense about her, then they
fell away, and he watched her, while with head averted from him, she
arranged as well as might be her scant garb. There could be no words
between them, but his touch was tender as he took her hand and led her
out to the trail. He felt that she must know all he felt--and all the
dreams into which the white shadow of her had entered--the sacred
fourth shadow cast not by the body, but by the spirit, and linking
itself with kindred spirit even while the human body breathed and
moved and cast the black first shadow that all people may see.

The black first shadow all can see as a man moves or as he stands
still, and the two gray shadows many can see after a man is on the
death trail or when the breath has gone away. These remain with a man
because they are of his body, but the white shadow is the shadow of
the breath of the Great Mystery--it is as the perfume of the flower,
the song of the bird, and the love of the man.

Fear lent the girl fleetness as she ran beside him in the night, and
he marvelled at her.--No pueblo girl could have kept that pace. It was
plain that she had lived with the rovers of the desert. All the long
hours had she been without food or drink, yet she ran like a boy, and
with the swiftness of a boy.

When the dawn broke, and the morning star showed each the face of the
other, they had reached the trail by the river. From the west came
black wind-swept clouds to meet the sun, and in the south the angered
God of Thunder spoke. Tahn-te looked at the girl whose eyes showed the
weariness of the long strain--hi