it here, and advises me to go there at once should I return.
It is strange that he didn't mention it to me."

"He thought it hardly worth while, I suppose," Weston replied. "You
were not bound that way."

"But we must have been, though," Reynolds insisted. "How else could we
have reached Glen West but by the trail over which we travelled
yesterday? Surely he must have known that."

"It is difficult at times to fathom an old prospector's mind," Weston
replied, as he threw his rifle over his shoulder and continued on his
way. "So you two were bound for Glen West, were you?" he queried,
after they had gone a short distance.

"We certainly were, until I spoiled everything by getting lost."

"You must not be too sure about that, young man. It is hard to tell
what might have happened to you had you reached Glen West by the trail.
You must have been aware of the risk you were running."

"Oh, the risk is nothing when a great ideal lies ahead. I for one
would rather die following a noble vision than lie grovelling among the
broken shards of life. It was that which led so many to sacrifice
their all in the Great War. Lack of vision means repression, and often
ruin; vision, expression."

"In what way? Go on, I am much interested."

"In what way?" Reynolds repeated, as he stopped and looked far away
upon some towering mountain peaks which just then were visible through
an opening among the trees. "Take the steam-engine for example.
Repress the power, and what do you get? Destruction. But give that
power expression, and how beneficial it becomes. So it is with man.
There is a mighty power within him. Repress that power, keep it back,
and you get nothing. But let that power be released, and it expresses
itself in thousands of ways for the benefit of mankind."

"But what has that to do with vision?" Weston asked.

"A great deal. It is the vision, the lure of something beyond, which
calls forth that power and compels it to undertake great things. All
the wonderful achievements of the past are due to men of vision. They
saw what others could not see, and in the face of opposition and
discouragement they went steadily forward."

"And what did you expect to accomplish when you started for Glen West?"

At these words Reynolds gave a slight start, and glanced curiously at
his companion.

"I hoped to win the fairest and noblest flower of womanhood that it has
ever been my lot to know except one, and that was