For over an hour they thus moved steadily onward, and at length there loomed before them the high frowning ridge of the Golden Crest.  At first it seemed to form an impassable barrier to their advance.  But as they continued, an opening suddenly appeared, flanked on either side by huge projecting rocks.  It was Nature’s great doorway in one of the mighty partitions of the house not made with hands.  Through this Midnight speedily loped and ere long swept out upon a wild meadow which extended to the left farther than the eye could see, and over a mile in width.  Horses were feeding here, and at once Midnight lifted up his voice in a friendly neigh of salutation, which was immediately answered by several horses in the distance.  In fact, he was on the point of slowing down and swerving from the trail, but a light flick of the whip reminded him that his mistress had other business on hand which had to be attended to first, so again throwing back his ears, he dashed onward.

The wild meadow crossed, they reached a wooded region where the trail ascended and wound up a steep hill.  Midnight took this with a bound, and in a few minutes he was at the top, panting heavily from his vigorous exercise.  Here Glen reined him in, and sat silently looking straight before her.  And truly it was a magnificent scene which was thus so suddenly presented to her view.  Below stretched a dense forest, lying sombre beneath the shades of evening.  Away in the distance rose the mighty mountains, sentinel-like and austere, while between, flashing like a jewel in its dark stern setting, was a large body of water.  Not a ripple ruffled its surface, and nothing could Glen discern there, although her eyes scanned it most intently.

A word to Midnight, and down the incline they moved, and in a short time emerged from the forest, when a large open clearing burst into view.  To a stranger the sight would have been startling, for a short distance away was a neat village, close to the water’s edge.  But to Glen it was not at all out of the ordinary.  She had been accustomed to it from childhood, and to her it was home.

The village consisted of well built log houses, at the doors of which children were playing, and dogs lying around.  The former smiled as the girl rode by.  She did not stop as was her wont, to talk to them, but at once made her way to a building larger than the others.  This was a store, in front of which a number of Indians were gathered.

As Glen rode up and stopped, a tall, powerfully built native came forth and laid his hand upon the horse’s bridle.  It was the same Indian Reynolds had seen that night at the dance in Whitehorse.  He was evidently accustomed to waiting upon Glen, and needed no instructions.  But on this occasion the girl did not dismount.  She merely leaned over and whispered a few words to her attendant, who simply nodded, and let his hand drop from the bridle.  Then as Glen continued on her way, he walked by her side through the street, up along the water-front.