side.

"No get up," she ordered, handing him another bowl of broth she had
brought with her.

Reynolds drank this more leisurely, the woman watching him closely all
the time.

"Thank you," he said, when he had finished. "I feel better now. But
please tell me where I am, and how I came----"

The words died upon his lips, for in the doorway Glen had suddenly
appeared. She looked at him, and with a bright smile upon her face,
came to his side. So surprised was Reynolds that he was unable to
utter a word. He merely stared, so great was his astonishment.

"I hope I have not startled you," the girl began. "You look
frightened."

"But where have you come from?" Reynolds asked, not yet sure that he
was in his right mind.

"From the other room, of course," and again Glen smiled. "You need not
look at me that way for I am no ghost. I do not feel like one, anyway."

Reynolds gave a sigh of relief, and a thrill of joy swept over him. It
was almost too good to be true. He had found the girl at last!

"Are you feeling better now?" Glen asked.