She stood or fell alone.
Thought became vague at last and finally obscured in the mists of
sleep. She lay still on the narrow bed and slept long and deeply.
It must have been after several hours that her dream came to her.
It arose out of a sea of oblivion--a vision unsummoned, wholly
unexpected. She saw Burke Ranger galloping along the side of a dry
and stony ravine where doubtless water flowed in torrents when the
rain came. He was bending low in the saddle, his dark face set
forward scanning the path ahead. With a breathless interest she
watched him, and the thunder of his horse's hoofs drummed in her
brain. Suddenly, turning her eyes further along the course he
followed, she saw with horror round a bend that which he could not
see. She beheld another horseman galloping down from the opposite
direction. The face of this horseman was turned from her, but she
did not need to see it. She knew, as it is given in dreams to know
beyond all doubting, that it was Guy. She recognized his easy seat
in the saddle, the careless grace of his carriage. He was plunging
straight ahead with never a thought of danger, and though he must
have seen the turn as he approached it, he did not attempt to check
the animal under him. Rather he seemed to be urging it forward.
And ever the thunder of the galloping hoofs filled her brain.
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