t, and she sat
down to the supper Shorty had prepared, she became more animated.

"Oh, I am so glad that we are alone at last!" and she breathed a deep
sigh of relief. "It seems as if I have had a fearful dream."

"You'll be all right, Miss, as soon as ye git a good night's sleep,"
Samson replied. "Yer a bit used up at present."

"I suppose so. But where shall I sleep?"

"Here, of course. Shorty's goin' to give ye his best room, an' not a
soul will disturb ye until mornin'. Then ye must be up bright an'
early. Yer dad wants ye at his cabin."

"Is anything wrong?" Glen anxiously asked.

"Nuthin', Miss. But yer dad wants ye as soon as ye kin git thar."

"How does he know I'm here?" and Glen looked her surprise.

"How does he know?" Samson slowly repeated. "Wall, that's fer you to
find out. I jist come from thar to-day, so I know that he wants ye.
What's the use of askin' how Jim Weston finds things out? Why, he
seems to know what a man miles off is thinkin' about. Ye'd almost
imagine that he has a wireless outfit fixed up in his head."

Glen and Reynolds laughed, and even the old man smiled. He seemed to
like to see them both happy, and when supper was over he told several
humorous stories in his quaint, droll fashion. For a time Glen forgot
her exciting experiences of the afternoon, and Samson did not once
allude to them. At length he arose and laid his hand upon Reynolds'
shoulder.

"Come, young man, it's time fer us to be goin' if the lassie is to git
any sleep," he reminded. "I know you'd like to sit here all night an'
watch. But she'll be as safe as in her own little nest at home. We'll
be around early in the mornin', remember, Miss."

Glen held out her hand as she bade each good night. Reynolds held her
hand for a few seconds and looked lovingly into her tired eyes. How he
longed to put his arms around her to comfort her and tell her how brave
and noble she was. But no, he would not do that now, as she might
resent it. Instead, he merely bent his head, and lifting her hand
touched it lightly with his lips, and hurried out of the building.
Alone in the little room that night, ere she laid herself down upon the
rough cot, Glen pressed her hand to her lips and kissed the spot where
her lover's lips had rested. Tired though she was, a sweet peace stole
into her heart. Forgotten was Curly, and she thought only of him she
had rescued, and of whose love she felt assured.

Frontier Samso