Midnight
Here the trail left the valley and circled up a small hill behind the mining camp . The storm , following the draw as if it were a funnel , rushed roaring on its way , while the riders gaining the higher ground were somewhat beyond its reach , and , turning , saw it sweeping below like a torrent in full spate . With a great sigh of relief , Glen paused for a moment on the summit , viewed the magnificent sight , and waited for her followers as they struggled , one by one , from the grasp of the mighty monster of the mountains . Then she spoke to Midnight and moved onward . It was quite dark now , and the opposite slope which they soon began to descend was wrapped in the shadows of the hills . But Sconda knew every step of the way , and for the first time since leaving Glen West he took the lead and guided the band . Not a word was spoken as they defiled down that steep , narrow trail , and to anyone watching , they would have appeared like spectres coming from the unseen world .