"Now, don't forget, Sconda," Glen warned. "Stay there, if necessary,
until night, and watch him carefully from the top of Crooked Trail.
And don't tell anybody, not even Klota. Her eyes and ears are sharp,
and she might suspect something. This is the greatest secret I have
ever had. You have never failed me yet, Sconda, and I know that I can
trust you now."




CHAPTER XIII

WHEN THE STORM BURST

Glen West Lodge, the name of this fine building on the shore of that
inland lake, was a comfortable and cozy abode. The rooms were not
large, but their furnishings and decorations showed the artistic taste
of the owner. The pictures adorning the walls had evidently been
chosen with careful discrimination, most of them representing nature
scenes, with a few well known paintings of the world of civilization.
Each room contained a fire-place, and over the mantel of the
livingroom, which opened off the hallway, was Watt's symbolical figure
of "Hope." Glen had often seen her father standing before this,
studying it most intently. Once he had told her its meaning. "You see
that woman sitting on the top of the world," he had said. "The strings
of her harp are all broken but one, and upon that she is making the
best music she can. It teaches us, Glen, never to despair, but with
the one string of limited power to do our best."

In one corner of this room was a piano, and the piece of modern music