For an instant he told himself that he actually held it.
It was, no doubt, Vanamee's talk that had stimulated him to this point.

The story of the Long Trail, with its desert and mountain, its cliff-dwellers, its Aztec ruins, its colour, movement, and romance, filled his mind with picture after picture.

The epic defiled before his vision like a pageant.

Once more, he shot a glance about him, as if in search of the inspiration, and this time he all but found it.

He rose to his feet, looking out and off below him.
As from a pinnacle, Presley, from where he now stood, dominated the entire country.