A shaft of sunlight broke through, and as they stood looking over the little lake the shaft broadened, and the sun swept in golden triumph over the mountains.
MacDonald beat his limp hat against his knee, and with his other hand drained the water from his beard.
"What you goin' to do ?" he asked.
Aldous turned toward the timber.

Joanne herself answered the question.

She was coming up the slope.

In a few moments she stood beside them.

First she looked down upon the lake.