Reynolds in the least. He had fought to the last grain of strength,
and when that left him he was beyond all sense of time, place, and
feeling.




CHAPTER XII

THE GIRL OF GLEN WEST

When Glen Weston reached the top of the hill that afternoon of her
encounter with the grizzly, she reined in Midnight and swung him
sharply around. She was confident that she could not be seen from the
valley below, as a large projecting rock hid her from view. She was in
no hurry to leave the place, and several times she was tempted to
dismount, peer around the rock to see if her rescuer were still at the
bottom of the trail. She refrained from doing so, however, lest he
might see her, and thus be induced to follow her.

Glen was not a girl to be easily affected, but she had to acknowledge
to herself that the gallant stranger interested her in an unusual
manner. He was not like the men she was in the habit of meeting. He
was different and so courteous. And he was good looking, too, she
mused. He had also been at the Front! That appealed to her, and
aroused her curiosity. What had he done over there? she wondered. Had
he performed special deeds of daring, and carried off any medals?

For some time she remained there facing the west. The sun was riding
over the distant mountain peaks, and the whole landscape was bathed in