ned."

Weston gave a deep sigh of relief, and remained silent for a few
minutes. What he was thinking about Reynolds had not the faintest
idea. Nevertheless, he watched him closely, expecting any instant to
be ordered away for the Ordeal. He believed that his boldness and
straightforward manner had made some impression upon the ruler of Glen
West, but how much he could not tell.

And as he stood waiting, a sound from the room across the hallway
arrested his attention. It was music, sweet and full of pathos.
Reynolds at once knew that it must be Glen. It could be no other, and
he was determined to see her once more ere her father should drive him
from the place.

Turning suddenly, he started to leave the room, but his guards sprang
forward and caught him by the arms. Savagely he threw them aside, for
nothing but death, could stop him now. The Indians were about to leap
upon him again, when a sharp command in the native tongue from Weston
caused them to desist. In another second Reynolds was out of the room,
and hurrying toward her for whom he had ventured so much.

CHAPTER XVIII

THE PREPARED ROOM

The trip down to the big river was not altogether to Glen's liking.
She preferred to stay at home, as she hoped to be able to spend part of
the day with Reynolds, But her father had insisted upon her
accompanying him, for he well knew why she wished to remain behind.

"It will do you good," he told her. "You need a change."

"I certainly do," was the emphatic reply. "I wish you would leave this
place, daddy. I am tired living up here, where there are no people of
my own age with whom I can associate."

Weston looked at his daughter in surprise.

"You used to be happy here, Glen. What has come over you?"

"I am older now, daddy, and see things in a different light. What is
the good of my education if I am to spend the rest of my days in a
place like this? The north is all right in a way, but for a girl such
as I am the life is too narrow. It is a splendid region for a person
who wishes to lead the quiet life, but I am not ready for that at
present."

Weston made no reply to his daughter's words, but remained silent for
some time as he stood with Sconda in the wheel-house. A worried
expression appeared in his eyes, and his brow often knit in perplexity.
He was keenly searching his own heart and mind such as he had not done
in years. It was the first time that Glen had spoken to him so
candi