Father and Mr. Williams leave at daybreak for the Upper Pass. I did
not mean to write so much, but our old Mountain has come from under a
cloud. Anyway, I had to explain, no, I mean write. Explanations never
do explain; but here's the picture of 'The Warrior.'

"E. MacD."


Going to the French window of her bedroom, Eleanor called down to old
Calamity's room below. To her surprise, the half-breed woman on the
instant poked her head above the balcony railing of the basement
quarters.

"Going to the Ridge to-morrow, Calamity?"

"Oui, Mademoiselle, surement," pattered Calamity softly in that Cree
patois which is neither French nor Indian.

"Then, take this up to Mr. Wayland, please!"


As she withdrew to her room, Eleanor became conscious that she could
not remember a day since she had come back to the Valley when the Cree
half-breed had not been within call or sight. The girl suddenly
pressed both hands to her eyes. What had Moyese meant?

Once among the pillows, she fell into the life-bathing sleep of the
great mountain ozone-world. Was it a dream; or had Calamity come
stealing through the French window to stand at the foot of her bed?
Waking to a burst of sunlight across her face, Eleanor could not tell