Up and down the canyon, along the boulder-strewn bed of the roaring Clear Creek, from the Ranger Station to the falls; in the quiet glades under the alders hung with virgin's-bower and wild grape; beneath the live-oaks on the mountains' flanks or shoulders; in dimly lighted, cedar-sheltered gulches, among tall brakes and lilies; or high up on the canyon walls under the dark and fragrant pines--over all the paths and trails familiar to her girlhood she led him--showing him every nook and glade and glen--teaching him to know, as he had asked, the mountains that she herself so loved.
The time came, at last, when the two men must return to Fairlands.

With Mr.and Mrs.Oakley they were spending the evening at Sibyl's home when Conrad Lagrange announced that they would leave the mountains, two days later.
"Then,"-- said the girl, impulsively,--"Mr.King and I are going for one last good-by climb to-morrow.

Aren't we ?" she concluded--turning to the artist.
Aaron King laughed as he answered, "We certainly seem to be headed that way.

Where are we going ?" "We will start early and come back late"-- she returned--"which really is all that any one ought to know about a climb that is just for the climb.
And listen--no rod, no gun, no sketch-book.

I'll fix a lunch." "Watch out for my convict," warned the Ranger.