"I should be," and again the girl smiled. "I cannot remember the time
when I did not know how to ride. But, then, you have not seen me at my
best. Sconda has, though, and he knows that I can hold my own with the
most expert rider. Oh, it's great when you're going like the wind,
clearing rocks and fallen trees with tremendous bounds. Midnight
understands, don't you, old boy?" and she affectionately patted the
horse's glossy neck.

Reynolds watched the girl with deep admiration. He felt that her words
were no mere idle boast, and he longed to see an exhibition of her
skilful riding.

At noon they stopped by the side of a little stream which flowed out
from under the Golden Crest, and ate their luncheon.

"We shall have a great dinner to-night," Weston informed them. "We
must do honor to such an occasion as this."

"And if we can find Frontier Samson, all the merrier," Reynolds replied.

"Sure, sure, we must find the old man," Weston agreed. "But, then,
it's unnecessary to worry about him. He's all right, never fear,
though no doubt he is somewhat anxious about his runaway partner."

The ruler of Glen West was in excellent spirits. Glen had never seen
him so animated, and at luncheon he joked and laughed in the most
buoyant manner. During the afternoon he pointed out to his companions
numerous outstanding features of nature's wonderful handiwork. At
times he would look back, and draw their attention to a peculiar rock
formation, a small lake lying cool and placid amidst the hills, or to
some beautiful northern flowers by the side of the trail. Thus the
afternoon passed quickly and pleasantly, and evening found them before
the little cabin in the hills.

It was a beautiful spot where Weston had erected his forest habitation.
The cabin nestled on the shore of a very fine lake. At the back stood
the trees, which came almost to the door. The building was composed
entirely of logs, and contained a small kitchen, two bed-rooms, and a
living-room. A stone fire-place had been built at one end of the
latter, while the walls were adorned with trophies of the chase. Books
of various kinds filled several shelves, and magazines and newspapers
were piled upon a side-table. It was a most cozy abode, and Weston was
greatly pleased at the interest Glen and Reynolds took in everything.

"My, I should like to spend a few weeks here," Reynolds remarked, as he
examined the books. "What a grand time one could have r