As the days went by, he became more reticent than ever.

Presley often came to find him on the stock range, a lonely figure in the great wilderness of bare, green hillsides, but Vanamee no longer took him into his confidence.

Father Sarria alone heard his strange stories.
Dyke drove on toward Bonneville, thinking over the whole matter.

He knew, as every one did in that part of the country, the legend of Vanamee and Angele, the romance of the Mission garden, the mystery of the Other, Vanamee's flight to the deserts of the southwest, his periodic returns, his strange, reticent, solitary character, but, like many another of the country people, he accounted for Vanamee by a short and easy method.

No doubt, the fellow's wits were turned.