lds suggested. "You are
unarmed, and may meet another grizzly before you reach home."

"How do you know who I am?" the girl asked. "You never saw me before,
did you?"

"We travelled up the coast together on the _Northern Light_," Reynolds
explained. "I was the one who drew the captain's attention to that
canoe when the fog-bank lifted. You remember that, I suppose."

"Indeed I do, and too well at that. I wish that the fog had not lifted
just then. Your eyes were too sharp that morning."

"But the men in the canoe were not sorry, though. They seemed to be
mighty glad to be picked up."

"It is too bad that the fog lifted when it did," and the girl gave a
deep sigh.

"You know the men, then?"

"Only one, but he is enough."

"I saw you with him at the dance. I suppose he is the one you mean."

"Where is he now?" There was a note of sternness in the girl's voice.

"At Big Draw. Any message I can take to him?"

The girl's face underwent a marvellous change. It was like the sweep
of a cloud over a sunny landscape. She touched Midnight with her whip,
and he sprang forward. Down the trail he clattered at a reckless gait,
and when he had reached the level below his rider swung him sharply
around. Then he bounded upward, and when near to where Reynolds was
standing, Glen pulled him up with a sudden jerk.

"There is no message," she announced. "Why have you misjudged me? Are
all men alike? Thank you for what you did for me to-day. Good-by."

She again lifted her whip and it was about to fall upon Midnight's
flank when Reynolds stepped forward and laid his right hand upon the
horse's bridle.

"Forgive me," he pleaded. "I meant nothing. I was merely joking.
Perhaps I understand more than you realise. May I accompany you home?
It is not safe for you to travel alone, unarmed as you are, in a place
like this."

"No, no, you must not come," the girl protested. "It is much safer for
me than it would be for you. Never cross the Golden Crest. I have
warned you, so remember."

Again she touched her whip to Midnight, who leaped forward up the steep
trail, pleased to be away from the place where he had received such a
fright. Only once did the girl look back to wave a friendly hand to
Reynolds ere a sharp turn in the trail hid her from view.

CHAPTER VII

BOTTLES WILL DO

For a few minutes Reynolds stood and looked up the trail after the girl
and horse had disappeared from view. He was s