l seemed to lead away to the southwest. He supposed he must have
come by it, but he had not. It was only the path made by his rescuer
in going to and fro between his garden patch and his cabin.

In the loneliness and peace of the dusk he looked up and saw the dome
above filled with stars, and all things were so vast and inexplicable
that he was minded to pray. The longing and the necessity of prayer
was upon him, and he stood with arms uplifted and eyes fixed on the
stars,--then his head sank on his breast and he turned slowly into the
cabin and lay down on the bunk with his hands pressed over his eyes,
and moaned. Far into the night he lay thus, unsleeping, now and again
uttering that low moan. Toward morning he again slept until far into
the day, and thus passed the first two days of his stay.

Strength came to him rapidly as the big man had said, and soon he was
restlessly searching the short paths all about for a way by which he
might find the plain below. He did not forget the promise which had
been exacted from him to remain, no matter how long, until the big
man's return, but he wished to discover whence he might arrive, and
perhaps journey to meet him on the way.

The first trail he followed led him to the fall that ever roared in
his ears. He stood amazed at its height and volume, and its wonderful
beauty. It lured him and drew him again and again to the spot from
which he first viewed it. Midway of its height he stood where every
now and then a little stronger breeze carried the fine mist of the
fall in his face. Behind him lay the garden, ever watered thus by the
wind-blown spray. Smoothly the water fell over a notch worn by its
never ceasing motion in what seemed the very crest of the mountain far
above him. Smoothly it fell into the rainbow mists that lost its base
in a wonderful iridescence of shadows and quivering, never resting
lights as far below him.

He caught his breath, and remembered the big man's words. "You missed
the trail to Higgins' Camp a long way back. It's easily done. I did it
myself once, and never undid it." He could not choose but return over
and over to that spot. A wonderful ending to a lost trail for a lost
soul.

The next path he followed took him to a living spring, where the big
man was wont to lead his own horse to water, and from whence he led
the water to his cabin in a small flume to always drip and trickle
past his door. It was at the end of this flume that Harry King ha