wings of an eagle, I have the mind of a man, as well as strength of
body. I shall go to her, no matter what obstacles intervene." He rose
from his reclining position and began to descend the bank. He had gone
but half way, when, happening to glance once more across the ravine, he
was surprised to see an Indian mounted upon a horse far up the trail.
Both horse and rider were motionless until Reynolds' eyes rested upon
them, when they vanished as if by magic. He gazed in amazement,
thinking that perhaps he had seen a vision. But look as he might,
nothing more could he see, and, much mystified, he continued on his way
back to Big Draw.

Reynolds' mind was now fully made up. The day of meditation spent in
the hills had proven beneficial. He would at once undertake the
venture, and find out what lay beyond the Golden Crest. He would be
the knight of the fairy tale, and either win or die in the attempt to
win the Princess of his heart and mind.

So much was Glen in Reynolds' thoughts that he could think of little
else. He visioned her mounted upon her horse, facing the grizzly.
What a picture she would make! Never before had he beheld such a
scene, and his fingers burned to sketch her as she now stood out clear
and distinct in his mind.

Producing a pencil and a sheet of his scanty supply of paper, he was
soon at work before the door of his tent. The bottom of a biscuit box,
placed at the proper angle on the stump of a jack-pine, formed his
easel. Perched upon another box, he was soon busily engaged upon the
outline of what was to be his masterpiece. Forgotten was everything
else as he sat there, devoting all the energy of heart, mind, and hand
to the work before him. The miners might delve for gold; Curly and his