to her father's face. "Mr. Reynolds is a gentleman. He is different
from the rest of the miners."

"What was he doing out on the lake?" her father asked.

"He got lost in the hills, and nearly died. He drifted down the Tasan
River on a raft which he built. He was almost starved to death."

"And what was he doing in the hills?"

"Prospecting, so he told me. He was with Frontier Samson, and, going
after a moose, lost his way."

"H'm," Weston grunted. "A trumped-up yarn, no doubt. Don't you think
it looks rather suspicious?"

"It might if it were someone else. But he is different, and I believe
he told me the truth."

"Well, we shall soon find out, Glen. If he begins any of his lies or
fancy tales to me, he will learn his mistake. I am not going to have
any young man wandering about this region, let me tell you that. It
has been tried too often already, so we might as well make a special
example of him in order to warn others. It's the 'Ordeal' for him, all
right."

At these words Glen sprang to her feet and confronted her father. Her
eyes were blazing with intense emotion, and Jim Weston stared at her in
amazement. A feeling of pride welled up within him at her appearance
and courage.