undertaking, and a greater adventure by far. It stirred his blood as
he thought of it, making him anxious to be away upon the quest.

It was about the middle of the afternoon when he at length made his way
to the ravine where he had met Glen the previous day. There was just
the slightest chance that he might see her again, for something he had
detected in her eyes encouraged him in the belief that she looked upon
him with favor. But when he reached the place no sign of life could he
behold. He went to the spot where he had left the grizzly half buried
beneath the rocks and earth. To his surprise no sign of the bear was
to be seen. No doubt the Indians had been sent to recover the animal
for its skin and meat. Had Glen come with them? he wondered, to show
where the animal had fallen? Such an idea was feasible, and he chided
himself for not being there early in the day when he might have again
met her.

Going to the tree on the bank where he had first beheld the girl on
horseback, he threw himself down upon the ground and kept his eyes
fixed upon the trail across the ravine. He still cherished the hope
that she might reappear, and this would be the best place to see her.
His earnest longings, however, were of no avail, for no sign of the
girl could he behold. Birds flitted here and there, while a great
eagle alighted upon a rocky pinnacle and eyed him curiously and
somewhat suspiciously.

"If I only had your power of flight, my fine fellow," Reynolds mused,
"it would not take me long to go beyond the Golden Crest. I wonder why
human beings were made the most helpless of all creatures? We are
endowed with aspirations, yet how often they come to naught for lack of
power to achieve them. But I shall achieve mine. If I have not the