CHAPTER VII.
The day came when Carley asked Mrs.Hutter: "Will you please put up a nice lunch for Glenn and me?
I'm going to walk down to his farm where he's working, and surprise him." "That's a downright fine idea," declared Mrs.Hutter, and forthwith bustled away to comply with Carley's request.
So presently Carley found herself carrying a bountiful basket on her arm, faring forth on an adventure that both thrilled and depressed her.
Long before this hour something about Glenn's work had quickened her pulse and given rise to an inexplicable admiration.

That he was big and strong enough to do such labor made her proud; that he might want to go on doing it made her ponder and brood.
The morning resembled one of the rare Eastern days in June, when the air appeared flooded by rich thick amber light.

Only the sun here was hotter and the shade cooler.
Carley took to the trail below where West Fork emptied its golden-green waters into Oak Creek.

The red walls seemed to dream and wait under the blaze of the sun; the heat lay like a blanket over the still foliage; the birds were quiet; only the murmuring stream broke the silence of the canyon.

Never had Carley felt more the isolation and solitude of Oak Creek Canyon.