and he up-braided himself for not speaking and telling her of the deep
feeling of his heart. But he would return, and then he would not let
such another opportunity pass.

Glen stroked the horse's proudly-arching neck as he champed impatiently
at his bit.

"Take care of your master, Pedro," she ordered, "and bring him safely
back to Glen West."

"Then you wish me to return, eh?" Reynolds queried.

"Why shouldn't you?" and the girl blushed. "You have to arrange about
that gold, you know."

"So I have. I am glad you reminded me." They both laughed, and
Reynolds looked longingly into Glen's eyes. "You must promise, though,
that the Indians will not drive me beyond the pass, and that your
father will not subject me to the Ordeal."

"I think I can answer for them," was the low reply. "You are one of us
now, and that makes a great difference. But here comes daddy; he will
scold me for delaying you."

"I wish I did not have to go," Reynolds declared. "I would much rather
go with you to Glen West. But I shall hurry back."

"And be careful of yourself at Big Draw," the girl warned. "Curly is
there, and he hasn't any love for you."

"Oh, I guess I shall be able to match that villain, so do not worry.
Good-by; I must be off, for Sconda is getting impatient."

Reynolds rode rapidly down the trail, turning once to wave his hand to
Glen, who was watching him before the cabin door. He was very happy,
for he believed that he had won the heart of the purest, sweetest, and
most beautiful girl in the whole world. He sang snatches of songs as
he rode along, and at times laughed aloud in boyish glee, much to
Sconda's astonishment. Life was bright and rosy to him on this fine
summer morning, and the future looked most promising. He could hardly
believe that he was the same person who had entered the country but a
few weeks before, and who had travelled over that same trail with
Frontier Samson. He was hoping to find the old prospector at Big Draw;
who would be anxious to hear of his adventures.

About an hour later Glen bade her father good-by. She was all ready to
start for home.

"Don't stay here long, daddy," she pleaded. "Come as soon as you can,
for I shall be lonely without you."

"And will you really miss me?" Weston asked.

"Certainly I shall miss you. Life is not worth living when you are not
at home."

"Not even when Reynolds is present?"

Glen blushed furiously, and her father smiled, a sad