s not as I had dreamed? I followed a gleam. And it's
led me to love and faith!"

. . . . . . . . . . .

Hours afterward Shefford walked alone to and fro under the bridge. His
trouble had given place to serenity. But this night of nights he must
live out wide-eyed to its end.

The moon had long since crossed the streak of star-fired blue above and
the canyon was black in shadow. At times a current of wind, with all the
strangeness of that strange country in its hollow moan, rushed through
the great stone arch. At other times there was silence such as Shefford
imagined dwelt deep under this rocky world. At still other times an owl
hooted, and the sound was nameless. But it had a mocking echo that
never ended. An echo of night, silence, gloom, melancholy death, age,
eternity!

The Indian lay asleep with his dark face upturned, and the other
sleepers lay calm and white in the starlight.

Shefford saw in them the meaning of life and the past--the illimitable
train of faces that had shone the stars. There was a spirit in the
canyon, and whether or not it was what the Navajo embodied in the great
Nonnezoshe, or the life of this present, or the death of the ages, or
the nature so magnificently manifested in those silent, dreaming waiting
walls--the truth for Shefford was that this spirit was God.

Life was eternal. Man's immortality lay in himself. Love of a woman was
hope--happiness. Brotherhood--that mystic and grand "Bi Nai!" of the
Navajo--that was religion.

XIX. THE GRAND CANYON OF THE COLORADO

The night passed, the gloom turned gray, the dawn stole cool and pale
into the canyon. When Nas Ta Bega drove the mustangs into camp the
lofty ramparts of the walls were rimmed with gold and the dark arch of
Nonnezoshe began to lose its steely gray.

The women had rested well and were in better condition to travel. Jane
was cheerful and Fay radiant one moment and in a dream the next. She was
beginning to live in that wonderful future. They talked more than usual
at breakfast, and Lassiter made droll remarks. Shefford, with his great
and haunting trouble ended for ever, with now only danger to face ahead,
was a different man, but thoughtful and quiet.

This morning the Indian leisurely made preparations for the start. For
all the concern he showed he might have known every foot of the canyon
below Nonnezoshe. But, for Shefford, with the dawn had returned anxiety,
a restless feeling of the need of hurry. What obs