It was about the middle of the afternoon when he at length made 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 either win or die in the attempt to win the Princess of his heart and mind.

So much was Glen in Reynolds’ thoughts that he could think of little else.  He visioned her mounted upon her horse, facing the grizzly.  What a picture she would make!  Never before had he beheld such a scene, and his fingers burned to sketch her as she now stood out clear and distinct in his mind.