"You do not know daddy, or you would not speak about inducing him.
But, there, I must go. I have been talking too much, and you are
tired."

Reynolds lay there thinking about Glen long after she had gone. He had
found her at last, and she was just as sweet and beautiful as the day
he had rescued her on Crooked Trail. Yes, he had found her, but was he
not as far from gaining her as ever? he asked himself. He thought
about her father, and wondered what he would do when he returned home.
Perhaps he would pack him at once across the Golden Crest, if he did no
worse. But what could be worse than to be driven from her who had
become so dear to him, and for whose sake he had ventured and suffered
so much?

The next morning he felt almost like his former self, and when Klota
brought him his breakfast, he informed her that he was going to get up.
The woman smiled, left the room, and returned when Reynolds had
finished the meal, and viewed with satisfaction the empty dishes.

"Did you cook my breakfast?" Reynolds asked.

"Ah, ah," was the reply. "Good, eh?"

"Good! It's the best I've had in a long time. I feel like a new man
this morning, and must get up. I wish I had a shave, a bath, and some
decent clothes. Look at these," and he pointed to his rags.

"Come," the woman simply ordered. "Me fix you, all right."