is the only other way. And it is lucky
for you that you did," she added after a slight pause.

"You mean that my life would be in danger had I come over Golden Crest?"

"Most likely."

"And am I safe now?"

The sunny expression vanished from Glen's eyes, and her face became
serious. She gazed out of the window, as if watching several Indian
children at play. To Reynolds she had never seemed more beautiful, and
he could hardly believe it possible that she was standing there but a
few feet away. She turned her face suddenly to his, and the look of
admiration in his eyes brought a deep flush to her cheeks.

"Pardon me for not answering your question at once," she began. "I am
afraid you are not safe, as you are on forbidden ground, though the
fact that you were brought here in a helpless condition may make a
difference. But, then, one can never tell what daddy will think about
it."

"Does your father know I am here?"

"Not yet. He has been away in the hills for some time, and we are
expecting him home at any minute."

"What do you suppose he will do with me? I fear he will find my bones
poor picking after what I have gone through."

"Oh, daddy is not such a cannibal as all that," Glen laughingly
replied. "But he is very jealous of this place, as others have found
out to their sorrow. I cannot understand him at times, although he is
very good to me."

"Have you lived here long?"

"Ever since I was a child. But I am tired of it now, and want to live
outside. I was satisfied until I attended the Seminary and saw
something of the world beyond the Golden Crest. What is the use of
having an education if one must always live in a place like this?"

"I agree with you," Reynolds emphatically declared. "You should induce
your father to go outside."

"You do not know daddy, or you would not speak about inducing him.
But, there, I must go. I have been talking too much, and you are
tired."

Reynolds lay there thinking about Glen long after she had gone. He had
found her at last, and she was just as sweet and beautiful as the day
he had rescued her on Crooked Trail. Yes, he had found her, but was he
not as far from gaining her as ever? he asked himself. He thought
about her father, and wondered what he would do when he returned home.
Perhaps he would pack him at once across the Golden Crest, if he did no
worse. But what could be worse than to be driven from her who had
become so dear to him, and fo