go, and may not too often; my father is very busy
here. He is one of the few that has received a large
grant of land, and it is because the clergy love him
so much they oppose his wish in nothing. Do you
see those sharp points against the sky? They are
the tops of lofty trees, like the masts of giant ships,
and with many rigid arms spiked like the pines.
You saw a few of them in the hollow below Tamal-
pais, but up on those mountains there are miles and
miles of mighty forests. No white man has ever
penetrated them, nor ever will, perhaps. We have
no use for them, and even if you made this your
kingdom, senor, I suppose not many would come
with you. Far, far down where the water stops
are the Mission of Santa Clara and the pueblo of
San Jose; but I have heard you cannot approach
within many miles of the land in a boat."

When they had sailed south for a few moments
the boat came about sharply. Concha laughed. "I
had forgotten the chart. I rather hoped you would
run on a shoal."

But as they approached the cove of Yerba Buena
again she caught his arm suddenly, unconscious of
the act, and the little dancing lights of humor in
her eyes went out. "Your white city, senor! Ay,
Dios! what a city of dreams that can never come
true!"