His face lighted grimly.

There were but few places where they could have found a place in the canyon for an encampment.

If they had found one of these places--where were they now?
Their fate could now be read in this flood forcing its way down through the crooked gorge of the mountain range.

The flag staff had not been swept down--the flag still fluttered now, triumphant over the attempted ruin--the answer of America to Anarchy! And the flag had been avenged.

Dorenwald and his "free brothers," leaders of the "world's revolt," would revolt no more.
The sponge of the slate had wiped off their little marks.