a shadow over it。 The indications； in his judgment； were not without promise that a system of judiciously…applied blastings might open up a source of water that would transform this dreadful barrenness into something quite different。
The shade of the great pyramid fell upon him as he lay； but the tumultuous wall opposite was brilliantly illuminated： the sky； over it； was of a peculiar brassy hue； but entirely cloudless。 The radiations from the baked surface； ascending vertically； made the rocky bastion seem to quiver； as if it were a reflection cast on undulating water。 The wreaths of tobacco…smoke that emanated from Freeman's mouth also ascended； until they touched the slant of sunlight overhead。 As the young man's eyes followed these； something happened that caused him to utter an exclamation and raise himself on one arm。
All at once； in the vacant air diagonally above him； a sort of shadowy shimmer seemed to concentrate itself； which was rapidly resolved into color and form。 It was much as if some unseen artist had swept a mass of mingled hues on a canvas and then had worked them with magical speed into a picture。 There appeared a breadth of rolling country； covered with verdure； and in the midst of it the white walls and long； shadowed veranda of an adobe house。 Freeman saw the vines clambering over the eaves and roof； the vases of earthenware suspended between the pillars and overflowing with flowers； the long windows； the steps descending into the garden。 Now a figure clad in white emerged from the door and advanced slowly to the end of the veranda。 He recognized the gait and bearing： he could almost fancy he discerned the beloved features。 She stood there for a moment； gazing； as it seemed； directly at him。 She raised her hands； and pressed them to her lips； then threw them outwards； with a gesture eloquent of innocent and tender passion。 Freeman's heart leaped： involuntarily he stretched out his arms； and murmured； 〃Miriam！〃 The next moment； a tall； dark figure； with white hair； wrapped in a blanket； came stalking behind her； and made a beckoning movement。 Miriam did not turn； but her bearing changed； her hands fell to her sides； she seemed bewildered。 Freeman sprang angrily to his feet： the picture became blurred； it flowed into streaks of vague color； it was gone。 There were only the brassy sky； and the painted crags quivering in the heat。
〃That was not a mirage： it was a miracle；〃 muttered the young man to himself。 〃Forty miles at least； and it seemed scarcely three hundred yards！ What does it mean？〃
The sun sank behind the hills； and a transparent shadow filled the gorge。 Freeman； uneasy in mind； and unable to remain inactive； filled his canteen at the spring； and descended to the rugged trail at the bottom。 Clambering over boulders； leaping across narrow chasms； letting himself down from ledges； his preoccupation soon left him； and physical exertion took the precedence。 Half an hour's work brought him to the out… jutting promontory which had concealed the further reaches of the valley。 These now lay before him； merging imperceptibly into indistinctness。
〃This atmosphere is unbearable；〃 said Freeman。 〃I must get a little higher up。〃 He turned to the right； and saw a natural archway； of no great height； formed in the rock。 The arch itself was white； the super… incumbent stone was of a dull red hue。 On the left flank of the arch were a series of inscribed characters； which might have been cut by a human hand； or might have been a mere natural freak。 They looked like some rude system of hieroglyphics； and bore no meaning to Freeman's mind。
A sort of crypt or deep recess was hollowed out beneath the arch； the full extent of which Freeman was unable to discern。 The floor of it descended in ridges； like a rough staircase。 He stood for a few moments peering into the gloom； tempted by curiosity to advance； but restrained partly by the gathering darkness； and partly by the oppressiveness of the atmosphere； which produced a sensation of giddiness。 Something white gleamed on the threshold of the crypt。 He picked it up。 It was a human skull； but even as he lifted it it came apart in his hands and crumbled into fragments。 Freeman's nerves were strong； but he shuddered slightly。 The loneliness； the silence； the mystery； and the strange light…headedness that was coming over him combined to make him hesitate。 〃I'll come back to…morrow morning early；〃 he said to himself。
As if in answer； a deep； appalling roar broke forth apparently under his feet； and went rolling and reverberating up and down the canon。 It died away； but was immediately followed by another yet more loud； and the ground shook and swayed beneath his feet。 A gigantic boulder； poised high up on the other side of the canon； was unseated； and fell with a terrific crash。 A hot wind swept sighing through the valley； and the air rapidly became dark。 Again came the sigh； rising to a shriek； with roarings and thunderings that seemed to proceed both from the heavens and from the earth。
A dazzling flash of lightning split the air； bathing it for an instant in the brightness of day： in that instant Freeman saw the bolt strike the great white pyramid and splinter its crest into fragments； while the whole surface of the gorge heaved and undulated like a stormy sea。 He had been staggering as best he might to a higher part of the ravine； but now he felt a stunning blow on his head： he fell； and knew no more。
CHAPTER VII。
Two horsemen； one of whom led a third horse； carrying a pack…saddle； had reached the borders of the desert just as the earthquake began。 When the first shock came； they were riding past a grove of live… oaks： they immediately dismounted； made fast their horses； and lay down beside some bushes that skirted the grove。 Neither the earthquake nor the storm was so severe as was the case farther eastward。 In an hour all was over； and they remounted and continued their journey； guiding their course by the stars。
〃It was thus that we rode before； Kamaiakan；〃 remarked the younger of the two travellers。 〃Yonder bright star stood as it does now； and the hour of the night was the same。 But this shaking of the earth makes me fear for the safety of that youth。 The sands of the desert may have swept over him； or he may have perished in the hills。〃
〃The purposes of the gods cannot be altered； Semitzin；〃 replied the old Indian； who perhaps would not have much regretted such a calamity as she suggested： it would be a simple solution of difficulties which might otherwise prove embarrassing。 〃It is my prayer； at all events； that the entrance to the treasure may not be closed。〃
〃I care nothing for the treasure； unless I may share it with him；〃 she returned。 〃Since we spoke together beside the fountain； I have seen him。 He looked upon me doubtfully； being； perhaps； perplexed because of these features of the child Miriam； which I am compelled to wear。〃
〃Truly； princess； what is he； that you should think of him？〃 muttered Kamaiakan。
〃He satisfies my heart；〃 was the reply。
〃And I am resolved never again to give up this mortal habitation to her you call its rightful owner。 I will never again leave this world； which I enjoy； for the unknown darkness out of which you called me。〃
〃Princess； the gods do not permit such dealings。 They may； indeed； suffer you to live again； but you must return as an infant； in flesh and bones of your own。〃
〃The gods have permitted me to return as I have returned； and you well know； Kamaiakan； that； except you use your art to banish me and restore Miriam； there is nothing else that can work a change。〃
〃Murder is not lawful； Semitzin； and to do as you desire would be an act not different from murder。〃
〃On my head be it； then！〃 exclaimed the princess。 〃Would it be less a murder to send me back to nothingness than to let her remain there？ Mine is the stronger spirit； and has therefore the better right to live。 I ask of you only to do nothing。 None need ever know that Miriam has vanished and that Semitzin lives in her place。 I wear her body and her features； and I am content to wear her name also； if it must be so。〃
Kamaiakan was silent。 He may well be pardoned for feeling troubled in the presence of a situation which had perhaps never before confronted a human being。 Two women； both tenants of the same body； both in love with the same man； and therefore rivals of each other； and each claiming a right to existence： it was a difficult problem。 The old Indian heartily wished that a separate tenement might be provided for each of these two souls； that they might fight out their quarrel in the ordinary way。 But his magic arts did not extend to the creation of flesh and blood。 At the same time； he could not but feel to blame for having brought this strenuous spirit of Semitzin once more into the world； and he was fain to admit that her claim was not without justification。 His motives had been excellent； but he had not foreseen the consequences in which the act was to land him。 Yet he more shrank from wronging Miriam than from disappointing Semitzin。
But the latter was not to be put off by silence。
〃There has been a change since you and I last spoke