The Call of the Canyon - Page 77/157

The wind appeared to be gusty. It would blow hard awhile, then lull

for a few moments. On the whole, however, it increased in volume and

persistence until she was riding against a gale. She had now come to a

bare, flat, gravelly region, scant of cedars and brush, and far ahead

she could see a dull yellow pall rising high into the sky. It was a

duststorm and it was sweeping down on the wings of that gale. Carley

remembered that somewhere along this flat there was a log cabin which

had before provided shelter for her and Flo when they were caught in a

rainstorm. It seemed unlikely that she had passed by this cabin.

Resolutely she faced the gale and knew she had a task to find that

refuge. If there had been a big rock or bushy cedar to offer shelter she

would have welcomed it. But there was nothing. When the hard dusty

gusts hit her, she found it absolutely necessary to shut her eyes. At

intervals less windy she opened them, and rode on, peering through

the yellow gloom for the cabin. Thus she got her eyes full of dust--an

alkali dust that made them sting and smart. The fiercer puffs of wind

carried pebbles large enough to hurt severely. Then the dust clogged

her nose and sand got between her teeth. Added to these annoyances was a

heat like a blast from a furnace. Carley perspired freely and that caked

the dust on her face. She rode on, gradually growing more uncomfortable

and miserable. Yet even then she did not utterly lose a sort of

thrilling zest in being thrown upon her own responsibility. She could

hate an obstacle, yet feel something of pride in holding her own against

it.

Another mile of buffeting this increasing gale so exhausted Carley and

wrought upon her nerves that she became nearly panic-stricken. It grew

harder and harder not to turn back. At last she was about to give up

when right at hand through the flying dust she espied the cabin. Riding

behind it, she dismounted and tied the mustang to a post. Then she ran

around to the door and entered.

What a welcome refuge! She was all right now, and when Glenn came along

she would have added to her already considerable list another feat for

which he would commend her. With aid of her handkerchief, and the

tears that flowed so copiously, Carley presently freed her eyes of

the blinding dust. But when she essayed to remove it from her face she

discovered she would need a towel and soap and hot water.