ade his way
to the ravine where he had met Glen the previous day. There was just
the slightest chance that he might see her again, for something he had
detected in her eyes encouraged him in the belief that she looked upon
him with favor. But when he reached the place no sign of life could he
behold. He went to the spot where he had left the grizzly half buried
beneath the rocks and earth. To his surprise no sign of the bear was
to be seen. No doubt the Indians had been sent to recover the animal
for its skin and meat. Had Glen come with them? he wondered, to show
where the animal had fallen? Such an idea was feasible, and he chided
himself for not being there early in the day when he might have again
met her.

Going to the tree on the bank where he had first beheld the girl on
horseback, he threw himself down upon the ground and kept his eyes
fixed upon the trail across the ravine. He still cherished the hope
that she might reappear, and this would be the best place to see her.
His earnest longings, however, were of no avail, for no sign of the
girl could he behold. Birds flitted here and there, while a great
eagle alighted upon a rocky pinnacle and eyed him curiously and
somewhat suspiciously.

"If I only had your power of flight, my fine fellow," Reynolds mused,
"it would not take me long to go beyond the Golden Crest. I wonder why
human beings were made the most helpless of all creatures? We are
endowed with aspirations, yet how often they come to naught for lack of
power to achieve them. But I shall achieve mine. If I have not the
wings of an eagle, I have the mind of a man, as well as strength of
body. I shall go to her, no matter what obstacles intervene." He rose
from his reclining position and began to descend the bank. He had gone
but half way, when, happening to glance once more across the ravine, he
was surprised to see an Indian mounted upon a horse far up the trail.
Both horse and rider were motionless until Reynolds' eyes rested upon
them, when they vanished as if by magic. He gazed in amazement,
thinking that perhaps he had seen a vision. But look as he might,
nothing more could he see, and, much mystified, he continued on his way
back to Big Draw.

Reynolds' mind was now fully made up. The day of meditation spent in
the hills had proven beneficial. He would at once undertake the
venture, and find out what lay beyond the Golden Crest. He would be
the knight of the fairy tale, and