Reynolds gave a sigh of relief, and a thrill of joy swept over him.  It was almost too good to be true.  He had found the girl at last!

“Are you feeling better now?” Glen asked.

Reynolds put his hand to his face, and glanced at the rags upon his body.

“I am not sure,” he doubtfully replied.  “But perhaps I shall when this beard is removed and I get some decent clothes.  I must be a fearful looking object.”

“I have seen you look better.  But, then, you need not worry, Klota will attend to you presently.”

“And you know who I am?” Reynolds eagerly asked.

“Certainly.  You are my brave rescuer.  You saved me from the grizzly on Crooked Trail, didn’t you?”

“I know I did, but I am surprised that you recognize me in my present condition.”

“Oh, I knew you as soon as you were taken off the raft.”

“You did!  And so it was you who saved me?”

“I had something to do with it, though not all.  But won’t you tell me what happened to you?  Why were you adrift on the lake?”

“I can not tell you now,” Reynolds replied.  “I want to forget the terrible experiences through which I have just passed.  I hope you do not mind.”

“No, certainly not.  I am only curious, that’s all.  When you get well you can tell me everything.  I shall leave you now, for you must be tired.”

“Don’t go yet,” Reynolds pleaded.  “It is so nice to have you here, and talking does not tire me.  Do you mind telling me where I am?”

“Why, at Glen West, of course.  Where did you think you are?”

“Glen West,” Reynolds repeated.  “I cannot recall that name.  Is it far from Big Draw?”

“Too far for anyone but you,” and the girl smiled.  “You are beyond the Golden Crest, remember, and you have heard what that means.”

“I am!  Why, I thought one could only get here by crossing the range.”

“But you came by water; that is the only other way.  And it is lucky for you that you did,” she added after a slight pause.

“You mean that my life would be in danger had I come over Golden Crest?”

“Most likely.”

“And am I safe now?”

The sunny expression vanished from Glen’s eyes, and her face became serious.  She gazed out of the window, as if watching several Indian children at play.  To Reynolds she had never seemed more beautiful, and he could hardly believe it possible that she was standing there but a few feet away.  She turned her face suddenly to his, and the look of admiration in his eyes brought a deep flush to her cheeks.

“Pardon me for not answering your question at once,” she began.  “I am afraid you are not safe, as you are on forbidden ground, though the fact that you were brought here in a helpless condition may make a difference.  But, then, one can never tell what daddy will think about it.”

“Does your father know I am here?”