With no idea that he was the centre of such interest, Reynolds slept soundly in his own little tent, for he was tired after his experiences in the hills.  It was late when he awoke in the morning, and after he had eaten his frugal breakfast, he went over to the roadhouse for a supply of tobacco.  Shorty was the only one present, for most of the miners were busy up the creek.  Curly and his companions were still asleep after their night’s vigil, and evidently would not show themselves for several hours.  Shorty tried to learn from Reynolds something about the gold he had discovered, and also asked about Frontier Samson.  But so little information did he gain, that he was much annoyed and became suspicious as well.

Reynolds went back to his tent, filled and lighted his pipe, and brought forth the two letters he had received, and read them again.  They interested him, for they contained scraps of news of the outside world.  But they were mostly filled with the editor’s expressions of regret that Reynolds was wasting his time in the north, when he might be off on the great quest which was so near his heart.

“I hope you will return soon,” he wrote, “and begin the search for Henry Redmond.  Only yesterday I received what I consider a clue as to his whereabouts.  I met a man who has been overseas, and telling him about Redmond, he informed me that he believed he knew where he was.  He said that while in Switzerland he came across an old man and his daughter.  The girl was about eighteen or nineteen years of age, and that corresponds with the age of the child Redmond took with him, for she was only three or four at the time of his disappearance.  He said that the man had plenty of money, lived in a house beautifully furnished, and possessed a good library.  But he was most reticent about himself, although he acknowledged that he was acquainted with Canada, and had lived here for some time.  So you see, I have reason for believing that the man is Henry Redmond, and that you should go at once and hunt him out.  Even after you meet him, your task will still bristle with difficulties, for he is evidently hard to approach.”

Reynolds smiled as he read these words.  He knew how anxious the editor was for him to return that he might start at once upon the search.  But he had no idea of going to Switzerland, or anywhere else for that matter, while the northland held such attractions.  He decided to write and tell his old friend to be patient a while longer, and then perhaps he would receive the greatest surprise of his life.  He tried to picture the look upon the editor’s face should he unexpectedly walk into his office with Glen by his side.  He believed that he would be greatly pleased, for could any man in his right mind resist the girl’s charms?  He knew that Harmon would be somewhat annoyed, for a woman would ruin his hope of ever finding the missing Henry Redmond.

Reynolds spent part of the afternoon writing a long letter to the editor.  He had much to tell him about the country, his experiences in the wilderness, and the mysterious ruler of Glen West.  But of Glen he said little, nothing, in fact, that would in any way arouse Harmon’s suspicion of the writer’s deep interest in the girl.