you can tell me everything. I shall leave you now, for you must be
tired."

"Don't go yet," Reynolds pleaded. "It is so nice to have you here, and
talking does not tire me. Do you mind telling me where I am?"

"Why, at Glen West, of course. Where did you think you are?"

"Glen West," Reynolds repeated. "I cannot recall that name. Is it far
from Big Draw?"

"Too far for anyone but you," and the girl smiled. "You are beyond the
Golden Crest, remember, and you have heard what that means."

"I am! Why, I thought one could only get here by crossing the range."

"But you came by water; that is the only other way. And it is lucky
for you that you did," she added after a slight pause.

"You mean that my life would be in danger had I come over Golden Crest?"

"Most likely."

"And am I safe now?"

The sunny expression vanished from Glen's eyes, and her face became
serious. She gazed out of the window, as if watching several Indian
children at play. To Reynolds she had never seemed more beautiful, and
he could hardly believe it possible that she was standing there but a
few feet away. She turned her face suddenly to his, and the look of