Yerkes came running through the car to point out with pride the place where the Grand Duchess had fainted beneath the terrors of the line.

With only the railing of their little platform between them and the abyss, they ran over ravines hundreds of feet deep--the valley, a thousand feet sheer, below.

And in that valley, not a sign of house, of path; only black impenetrable forest--huge cedars and Douglas pines, filling up the bottoms, choking the river with their debris, climbing up the further sides, towards the gleaming line of peaks.
"It is a nightmare!" said Delaine involuntarily, looking round him.
Elizabeth laughed, a bright colour in her cheeks.

Again the wilderness ran through her blood, answering the challenge of Nature.

Faint!--she was more inclined to sing or shout.