"Nothing," and the Indian's eyes twinkled. "Sconda leave quick."

"And you didn't see him again?"

"Sconda come to Glen West. White man go to Big Draw, maybe."

Although Glen was not altogether satisfied at what Sconda told her, yet
it was some comfort to know that her rescuer had returned to Deep
Gulch, and stayed there for a while watching the trail as if expecting
to see someone. And was that someone herself? she wondered. She had
the feeling that it was, and the thought pleased her.

Glen now found the life at Glen West more irksome than ever. She
missed her companions of the Seminary and the excitement of the city.
She did not even have her father, for several days had now passed since
his expected return. She had no idea what was keeping him, and she
naturally became very anxious. Several times she discussed his delay
with Nannie.

"Did you ever know daddy to stay away as long as this?" she asked one
evening as they sat at supper.

"I have known him to be away much longer," was the reply. "Once he was
gone for a whole month. He is prospecting for gold, you know, and goes
far off at times."

"But he has never discovered anything, has he?"

"Nothing of great value as yet, although he is always expecting to do
so some day. You need not worry about him, dearie, for he is well able