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Show MADELYN CANNON STEWART SILVER 264 here, roll faster there? Like any man he couldn't take even the flavor of domination from a woman. Leland, our host, had wanted to wait until we were ready; but at my urging had gone on. "Harold doesn't even plan to go to the top. We'll just stroll along a way, eat our lunch, and meet back." I'd been sure it would be that way; so it had you coming been on yesterday's climb. In the intense heat Harold and I had the steep trail. He had been almost half way up struggled only his for overcome by heat and exertion. And I, remembering all full mer months of pain and illness, stayed with him, knowing well that I could have made it to the top. So today we sat, two or three hours behind our main party, behind even the whistling gang of scouts who had overslept their expected dawn starting hour. Harold was speaking at last, just as if he weren't aware of my blind fury. "It'd be stupid for us to try to walk ten miles today. Neither of us has done anything like this for thirty years. Except for that climb in Petra five years ago; and then we could go our one long own pace and stop the guides going to try for the top, are when we wanted to. You aren't you?" How long was it before I finally spoke, carefully, scared with "I'd like to try. I feel wonderful now, my daring? "Yes, I said, suit under this full as if I could do it. I'm wearing my bathing the of one in I'll pools they say are and when I get hot dip dress, along the trail. The wetness will keep me cool. I'd like to try. the Give me the camera. I can't bear not to have movies of Rainbow Bridge." Without a word he checked my canteens, gave me the bottle purification] tablets. In a sudden rush of of halazone [water around him and appreciation for his consent I flung my arms kissed him quickly. "Thanks for understanding," I said incred ulously, "Oh Harold, thank you so much." What joy! Suddenly to be free, to strike out alone. Here I was stream wind in my element, a return to my youth. The trail, the the towering cliffs, and solitude. ing through the deep canyon, sur I belonged here, swinging lightly across the stepping stones, as if I were young again. How good! veying, choosing, leaping How good! |
