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She felt sure that from the top of the next rise she could locate

the road, but once there she was as uncertain as before. Before

giving up she breasted a third hill to the summit. Still no signs

of the road. Reluctantly she retraced her steps, and at the foot

of the hill was uncertain whether she should turn to right or

left. Choosing the left, from the next height she could see

nothing of the team. She was not yet alarmed. It was ridiculous

to suppose that she was lost. How could she be when she was

within three or four hundred yards of the rig? She would cut

across the shoulder into the wash and climb the hillock beyond.

For behind it the team must certainly be.