.

"Certainly. It would not do to leave her behind. She would be very
angry if we did. And, besides, she must have a share in that mine.
Ho, ho, there will be four of us on the ground-floor, all right, and
the rest can have what we leave, providing there is any. Hurry away,
now, and tell Glen to get ready. It generally takes a woman two or
three days to prepare for a journey."

CHAPTER XX

A SHOT FROM THE GOLDEN CREST

Glen was greatly agitated when her father summoned Reynolds into his
presence. She felt that the critical moment had arrived, and she
dreaded what might follow. Although she loved her father, yet at times
she feared him. Suppose he should send Reynolds away at once, and
forbid his return to Glen West? He had treated others in a harsh
manner, and why should he act differently now? Her only ray of hope
lay in the thought that he had allowed the young man to stay at the
house over night, and had permitted him to sleep in the room which had
never before been occupied.

She sat for some time after Reynolds had left, with her elbows upon the
table, and her hands propping her chin. Her appetite had suddenly left
her, and her coffee remained untasted. The morning sun flooding the
room, fell upon her hair and face, and had her lover seen her then, he
would have admired her more than ever. She was in a most thoughtful
mood, and at the same time she listened intently for any sound of
strife that might come from her father's study.

At length she arose, picked up her broad-rimmed straw-hat, and went out
of doors. It was a hot morning with not a breath of wind astir. The
water was like a mirror, and the high hills were reflected in its clear
depths. It called to her now, and appealed to her as of yore, and
urged her to seek comfort upon its placid bosom.

Walking swiftly down to the wharf, she launched her light canoe, one
which had been brought in from the outside for her own special use.
Sconda was standing near _The Frontiersman_, and he offered to
accompany her. But Glen smilingly told him that she wished to be alone
this morning, and that perhaps Klota needed him more than she did. The
Indian was quite surprised at her refusal, and somewhat piqued as well.
It was the first time she had ever spoken to him in such a manner, and
he stood silently watching the girl as she settled herself in the
canoe, and dipped her paddle into the water. Then he wended his way
slowly homeward, wonde