hat long trail. He glanced at Pete, and
noted his strong, noble face. Here was a man, he well knew, who would
avenge the insult he had received. With his five hardy companions he
would march to Klassan, face Pritchen and his gang, though they were
ten to one. He felt how just it would be, and for the welfare of his
dusky flock that those scoffing miners should be brought to task.

There was a certain degree of pleasure in this idea as he lay on the
comfortable cot, and listened to the fire roaring in the room, and the
wind howling outside. Gradually he slipped away from the little cabin
into the airy land of dreams.

He was again on the trail, fighting with the furious storm, and calling
to the dogs. Then a mountain, sheer and steep, lifted itself across
his path. He tried to scale it, but his hands slipped, and he fell
back, bruised and bleeding. Through the storm he heard mocking voices,
jeering and laughing at his futile efforts to advance. He saw Pritchen
in the form of a huge serpent, leering forth at him from the darkness,
while Perdue, Tim Murphy, and others he could not distinguish, were
grinning in the background. A horrible feeling of helplessness
possessed him, and the more he struggled the weaker he became. The
darkness deepened, and the mountain was falling upon him. He tried to
escape, but could not move. He gave a cry for help, and suddenly a
light burst through the gloom. He looked, and behold a woman,
beautiful in form and feature, moved swiftly toward him. He recognized
the face--the face in the locket, but sweeter than ever. With a smile,
she reached out her hand, lifted him out of the terrible pit, and
placed him in the broad sunlight. The storm had passed, the mountain
was nowhere in sight, and the jeering voices had ceased. All around
were green meadows, fragrant flowers and sparkling streams. In the
midst of this splendid scene stood the woman, still smiling upon him.
In his joy and ecstacy he reached out his hand to touch her, but in an
instant she vanished from his sight. He strove to follow, when the
sound of voices fell upon his ears, and caused him to awake with a
start.

He rubbed his eyes, as he looked around the cabin to be sure that he
was not dreaming, for there before him, talking with old Pete, was the
very woman he had seen in his dream, and whose picture was in the
locket.

She was beautiful, he could see that at once. The hood which covered
her head could n