owed Cameron how inevitably all his spiritual life was governed by what had happened long ago。 That which made life significant to him was a wandering in silent places where no eye could see him with his secret。 Some fateful chance had thrown him with the father of the girl he had wrecked。 It was incomprehensible； it was terrible。 It was the one thing of all possible happenings in the world of chance that both father and lover would have found unendurable。
Cameron's pain reached to despair when he felt this relation between Warren and himself。 Something within him cried out to him to reveal his identity。 Warren would kill him； but it was not fear of death that put Cameron on the rack。 He had faced death too often to be afraid。 It was the thought of adding torture to this long…suffering man。 All at once Cameron swore that he would not augment Warren's trouble； or let him stain his hands with blood。 He would tell the truth of Nell's sad story and his own； and make what amends he could。
Then Cameron's thought shifted from father to daughter。 She was somewhere beyond the dim horizon line。 In those past lonely hours by the campfire his fancy had tortured him with pictures of Nell。 But his remorseful and cruel fancy had lied to him。 Nell had struggled upward out of menacing depths。 She had reconstructed a broken life。 And now she was fighting for the name and happiness of her child。 Little Nell！ Cameron experienced a shuddering ripple in all his beingthe physical rack of an emotion born of a new and strange consciousness。
As Cameron gazed out over the blood…red； darkening desert suddenly the strife in his soul ceased。 The moment was one of incalculable change； in which his eyes seemed to pierce the vastness of cloud and range； and mystery of gloom and shadowto see with strong vision the illimitable space before him。 He felt the grandeur of the desert； its simplicity； its truth。 He had learned at last the lesson it taught。 No longer strange was his meeting and wandering with Warren。 Each had marched in the steps of destiny； and as the lines of their fates had been inextricably tangled in the years that were gone； so now their steps had crossed and turned them toward one common goal。 For years they had been two men marching alone； answering to an inward driving search； and the desert had brought them together。 for years they had wandered alone in silence and solitude； where the sun burned white all day and the stars burned white all night； blindly following the whisper of a spirit。 But now Cameron knew that he was no longer blind； and in this flash of revelation he felt that it had been given him to help Warren with his burden。
He returned to camp trying to evolve a plan。 As always at that long hour when the afterglow of sunset lingered in the west； Warren plodded to and fro in the gloom。 All night Cameron lay awake thinking。
In the morning； when Warren brought the burros to camp and began preparations for the usual packing； Cameron broke silence。
〃Pardner； your story last night made me think。 I want to tell you something about myself。 It's hard enough to be driven by sorrow for one you've loved； as you've been driven； but to suffer sleepless and eternal remorse for the ruin of one you've loved as I have sufferedthat is hell。 。 。 。Listen。 In my younger daysit seems long now； yet isn't not so many yearsI was wild。 I wronged the sweetest and loveliest girl I ever knew。 I went away not dreaming that any disgrace might come to her。 Along about that time I fell into terrible moodsI changedI learned I really loved her。 Then came a letter I should have gotten months before。 It told of her troubleimportuned me to hurry to save her。 Half frantic with shame and fear； I got a marriage certificate and rushed back to her town。 She was gonehad been gone for weeks； and her disgrace was known。 Friends warned me to keep out of reach of her father。 I trailed her found her。 I married her。 But too late！。。。She would not live with me。 She left me。I followed her west； but never found her。〃
Warren leaned forward a little and looked into Cameron's eyes； as if searching there for the repentance that might make him less deserving of a man's scorn。
Cameron met the gaze unflinchingly； and again began to speak：
〃You know； of course； how men out here somehow lose old names； old identities。 It won't surprise you much to learn my name really isn't Cameron； as I once told you。〃
Warren stiffened upright。 It seemed that there might have been a blank； a suspension； between his grave interest and some strange mood to come。
Cameron felt his heart bulge and contract in his breast； all his body grew cold； and it took tremendous effort for him to make his lips form words。
〃Warren； I'm the man you're hunting。 I'm Burton。 I was Nell's lover！〃
The old man rose and towered over Cameron； and then plunged down upon him； and clutched at his throat with terrible stifling hands。 The harsh contact； the pain awakened Cameron to his peril before it was too late。 Desperate fighting saved him from being hurled to the ground and stamped and crushed。 Warren seemed a maddened giant。 There was a reeling； swaying； wrestling struggle before the elder man began to weaken。 The Cameron； buffeted； bloody； half…stunned； panted for speech。
〃Warrenhold on！ Give mea minute。 I married Nell。 Didn't you know that？。。。I saved the child！
Cameron felt the shock that vibrated through Warren。 He repeated the words again and again。 As if compelled by some resistless power； Warren released Cameron； and； staggering back； stood with uplifted； shaking hands。 In his face was a horrible darkness。
〃Warren！ Waitlisten！〃 panted Cameron。 〃I've got that marriage certificateI've had it by me all these years。 I kept itto prove to myself I did right。〃
The old man uttered a broken cry。
Cameron stole off among the rocks。 How long he absented himself or what he did he had no idea。 When he returned Warren was sitting before the campfire； and once more he appeared composed。 He spoke； and his voice had a deeper note； but otherwise he seemed as usual。
They packed the burros and faced the north together。
Cameron experienced a singular exaltation。 He had lightened his comrade's burden。 Wonderfully it came to him that he had also lightened his own。 From that hour it was not torment to think of Nell。 Walking with his comrade through the silent places； lying beside him under the serene luminous light of the stars； Cameron began to feel the haunting presence of invisible things that were real to himphantoms whispering peace。 In the moan of the cool wind； in the silken seep of sifting sand； in the distant rumble of a slipping ledge； in the faint rush of a shooting star he heard these phantoms of peace coming with whispers of the long pain of men at the last made endurable。 Even in the white noonday； under the burning sun； these phantoms came to be real to him。 In the dead silence of the midnight hours he heard them breathing nearer on the desert windnature's voices of motherhood； whispers of God； peace in the solitude。
Chapter IV
There came a morning when the sun shone angry and red through a dull； smoky haze。
〃We're in for sandstorms；〃 said Cameron。
They had scarcely covered a mile when a desert…wide； moaning； yellow wall of flying sand swooped down upon them。 Seeking shelter in the lee of a rock； they waited； hoping the storm was only a squall； such as frequently whipped across the open places。 The moan increased to a roar； and the dull red slowly dimmed； to disappear in the yellow pall； and the air grew thick and dark。 Warren slipped the packs from the burros。 Cameron feared the sandstorms had arrived some weeks ahead of their usual season。
The men covered their heads and patiently waited。 The long hours dragged； and the storm increased in fury。 Cameron and Warren wet scarfs with water from their canteens； and bound them round their faces； and then covered their heads。 The steady； hollow bellow of flying sand went on。 It flew so thickly that enough sifted down under the shelving rock to weight the blankets and almost bury the men。 They were frequently compelled to shake off the sand to keep from being borne to the ground。 And it was necessary to keep digging out the packs。 The floor of their shelter gradually rose higher and higher。 they tried to eat； and seemed to be grinding only sand between their teeth。 They lost the count of time。 They dared not sleep； for that would have meant being buried alive。 The could only crouch close to the leaning rock； shake off the sand； blindly dig out their packs； and every moment gasp and cough and choke to fight suffocation。
The storm finally blew itself out。 It let the prospectors heavy and stupid for want of sleep。 Their burros had wandered away； or had been buried in the sand。 Far as eye could reach the desert had marvelously changed； it was now a rippling sea of sand dunes。 Away to the north rose the peak that was their only guiding mark。 They headed toward it； carrying a shovel and part of their packs。
At noon the peak vanished in the shimmering glare of the desert。 The prospectors pushed on； guided by the sun。 In every wash they tried for water。 With the forked peach branch in his hands Warren always succeeded in locating water。 They dug； but it lay too deep。 At length； spent and sore； they fell and slept through that night and part of the next day。 Then they succeeded in getting water； and quenched their thirst； and filled the canteens； and cooked a meal。
The burning day found them in an interminably wide plain； where there was no shelter from the fierce sun。 The men were exceedingly careful with their water； though there was absolute necessity of drinking a little every hour。 Late in the afternoon they came to a canyon that they believed was the lower end of the one in which they had last found water。 For hours they traveled toward its head； and； long after night had set； found what they sought。 Yielding to exhaustion； they slept； and next day were loath to leave the waterhole。 Cool night spurred them on with canteens full and renewed strength。
Morning told Cameron that they had turned back miles into the desert； and it was desert ne