ur at the time of his disappearance. He said
that the man had plenty of money, lived in a house beautifully
furnished, and possessed a good library. But he was most reticent
about himself, although he acknowledged that he was acquainted with
Canada, and had lived here for some time. So you see, I have reason
for believing that the man is Henry Redmond, and that you should go at
once and hunt him out. Even after you meet him, your task will still
bristle with difficulties, for he is evidently hard to approach."

Reynolds smiled as he read these words. He knew how anxious the editor
was for him to return that he might start at once upon the search. But
he had no idea of going to Switzerland, or anywhere else for that
matter, while the northland held such attractions. He decided to write
and tell his old friend to be patient a while longer, and then perhaps
he would receive the greatest surprise of his life. He tried to
picture the look upon the editor's face should he unexpectedly walk
into his office with Glen by his side. He believed that he would be
greatly pleased, for could any man in his right mind resist the girl's
charms? He knew that Harmon would be somewhat annoyed, for a woman
would ruin his hope of ever finding the missing Henry Redmond.

Reynolds spent part of the afternoon writing a long letter to the
editor. He had much to tell him about the country, his experiences in
the wilderness, and the mysterious ruler of Glen West. But of Glen he
said little, nothing, in fact, that would in any way arouse Harmon's
suspicion of the writer's deep interest in the girl.

When the letter was finished he took it over to the roadhouse to mail,
and then spent the rest of the afternoon upon the creek in an effort to
learn, if possible, something about Frontier Samson. But although he
questioned all the miners he saw, not one could enlighten him in the
least degree. He thought that several looked at him curiously when he
asked about the old prospector, and he wondered what they meant.

He spent some time far up the creek, and ate the lunch he had brought
with him in a quiet place near the stream which flowed down the valley,
and provided the necessary water for the sluice-boxes where the
precious gold was washed out. He enjoyed the seclusion, as it gave him
an opportunity to think over what the editor had written, and also
about Glen. He intended to leave early the next morning for Glen West
by way of Cro