of the great Manitou whom he was supposed to represent. Eastward, the
prairie like a peaceful sea. Above, the alert sky of the west. And
through all the air a humming--vast, murmurous, swelling--as the
mountain breeze touched simultaneously with strong hand the chords, not
of one, but a thousand pine harps.

Bennington drew in a deep breath, and looked about in all directions.
The girl watched him.

"Ah! it is beautiful!" he murmured at last with a half sigh, and looked
again.

She seized his hand eagerly.

"Oh, I'm so glad you said that--and no more than that!" she cried. "I
feel the sun fairy can make you welcome now."




CHAPTER V

THE SPIRIT MOUNTAIN


"From now on," said the girl, shaking out her skirts before sitting
down, "I am going to be a mystery."

"You are already," replied Bennington, for the first time aware that
such was the fact.