When they sat down to the meal, Joanne was facing a distant snow-capped ridge that cut the skyline, and the last of the sun, reflected from the face of the mountain on the east, had set brown-and-gold fires aglow in her hair.

They were partly through when her eyes rested on the distant snow-ridge.

Aldous saw her looking steadily.

Suddenly she pointed beyond him.
"I see something moving over the snow on that mountain!" she cried a little excitedly.

"It is hurrying toward the summit--just under the skyline! What is it ?" Aldous and MacDonald looked toward the ridge.