The sun was still far from setting; the air between the rocky walls was pleasant; and the canon held forth a fresh enticement.

They walked for an hour, and though they failed to gain the end of the long mountain crevice they ascended to where the springs that fed the brook had their source, and where the rivulet trickled over ledges and among boulders, finding themselves in the heavy timber that forested the upper mountains.

There they sat on a rock, Ruth holding the wild flowers she had plucked on the way, and talked.
"Does your going now have to do with your project ?" she questioned.
"Yes; I've finished the preliminary work." "But Charlie Menocal said you were making no progress, that you were blocked." "What Charlie doesn't know would fill lots of space," Lee said.

"In spite of the Menocals' opposition and tricks, I've established my survey--but don't breathe it yet! And now I'm ready for the financing of the scheme.

When that's done, I'll begin actual work." Ruth considered him with shining eyes.
"I'm glad you succeeded; I knew you would succeed," she exclaimed.
"You've worked so hard.