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please tell me where I am, and how I came----"

The words died upon his lips, for in the doorway Glen had suddenly
appeared. She looked at him, and with a bright smile upon her face,
came to his side. So surprised was Reynolds that he was unable to
utter a word. He merely stared, so great was his astonishment.

"I hope I have not startled you," the girl began. "You look
frightened."

"But where have you come from?" Reynolds asked, not yet sure that he
was in his right mind.

"From the other room, of course," and again Glen smiled. "You need not
look at me that way for I am no ghost. I do not feel like one, anyway."

Reynolds gave a sigh of relief, and a thrill of joy swept over him. It
was almost too good to be true. He had found the girl at last!

"Are you feeling better now?" Glen asked.

Reynolds put his hand to his face, and glanced at the rags upon his
body.

"I am not sure," he doubtfully replied. "But perhaps I shall when this
beard is removed and I get some decent clothes. I must be a fearful
looking object."

"I have seen you look better. But, then, you need not worry, Klota
will attend to you presently."

"And you know who I am?" Reynolds eagerly asked.

"Certainly. You are my brave rescuer. You saved me from the grizzly
on Crooked Trail, didn't you?"

"I know I did, but I am surprised that you recognize me in my present
condition."

"Oh, I knew you as soon as you were taken off the raft."

"You did! And so it was you who saved me?"

"I had something to do with it, though not all. But won't you tell me
what happened to you? Why were you adrift on the lake?"

"I can not tell you now," Reynolds replied. "I want to forget the
terrible experiences through which I have just passed. I hope you do
not mind."

"No, certainly not. I am only curious, that's all. When you get well
you can tell me everything. I shall leave you now, for you must be
tired."

"Don't go yet," Reynolds pleaded. "It is so nice to have you here, and
talking does not tire me. Do you mind telling me where I am?"

"Why, at Glen West, of course. Where did you think you are?"

"Glen West," Reynolds repeated. "I cannot recall that name. Is it far
from Big Draw?"

"Too far for anyone but you," and the girl smiled. "You are beyond the
Golden Crest, remember, and you have heard what that means."

"I am! Why, I thought one could only get here by crossing the range."

"But you came by water; that