For over an hour she remained on the water, and when she returned, Sconda was waiting for her on the shore.  Her face brightened as she saw him, and she at once questioned him about her rescuer.

“Did you see him?” she asked.

“Ah, ah.  Sconda see white man.”

“And did he see you?”

“Ah, ah.”

“Oh!  Did he stay long at Deep Gulch?”

A shake of the head was the native’s only response.

“Did he seem surprised when he found that the grizzly was gone?” Glen asked.  “Did he look up Crooked Trail as if expecting to see someone there?”

“White man act queer,” the Indian explained.  “He stay on big hill watching trail.  He saw Sconda once.”

“What did he do?”

“Nothing,” and the Indian’s eyes twinkled.  “Sconda leave quick.”

“And you didn’t see him again?”

“Sconda come to Glen West.  White man go to Big Draw, maybe.”

Although Glen was not altogether satisfied at what Sconda told her, yet it was some comfort to know that her rescuer had returned to Deep Gulch, and stayed there for a while watching the trail as if expecting to see someone.  And was that someone herself? she wondered.  She had the feeling that it was, and the thought pleased her.

Glen now found the life at Glen West more irksome than ever.  She missed her companions of the Seminary and the excitement of the city.  She did not even have her father, for several days had now passed since his expected return.  She had no idea what was keeping him, and she naturally became very anxious.  Several times she discussed his delay with Nannie.

“Did you ever know daddy to stay away as long as this?” she asked one evening as they sat at supper.

“I have known him to be away much longer,” was the reply.  “Once he was gone for a whole month.  He is prospecting for gold, you know, and goes far off at times.”

“But he has never discovered anything, has he?”

“Nothing of great value as yet, although he is always expecting to do so some day.  You need not worry about him, dearie, for he is well able to take care of himself, and I understand that an Indian always keeps in touch with him.  He has a comfortable cabin out in the hills where he sleeps at night.”

“Well, I wish to goodness he would come home,” and Glen gave a deep sigh.  “He might think of me, and how much I need him.  If he doesn’t come soon, I shall pack up and go outside again.  I believe a trip to Whitehorse would do me good, for I am tired of staying here with nothing to do.”

“Your father would not like it,” her companion reminded.  “He would be very angry if he came home and found that you had left Glen West.  Why not take a spin on the lake this evening?  You once were very fond of the boat.”

“I suppose I might as well go,” and again Glen sighed as she rose from the table and looked out of the window.  “Sconda is on the wharf now, and that will save my going after him.  Won’t you come, too, Nannie?  A spin will do you good.”