We were moving around trying to find our engineer's camp; Grayson, our chief of location, was to have been here before this.

By the way, how did you happen to come down here, after all, Anderson ?" Dan Anderson was conscious that this question drew upon him the gaze of a pair of searching eyes, yet none the less he met the issue.

He glanced at the battered phonograph which leaned dejectedly against a tree.
"As near as I can figure," said he, "I made this pilgrimage to hear a woman's voice." Saying which he leaned over and deliberately kicked the phonograph down the side of the hill.
"I hope you enjoyed it," commented Constance, viciously, her cheeks reddening.
"Very much," replied Dan Anderson, calmly, and he looked squarely at her.
Porter Barkley, quiet and alert, once more saw the glance which passed between these two.

Into his mind, ever bent upon the business phase of any problem, there flashed a swift conviction.

This was the girl! Here, miraculously at hand, was the girl whom Dan Anderson had known back in the East, the girl who had sent him West, perhaps the same girl to whom her father had referred! If so, there was certainly a solution for the riddle of Heart's Desire.