You go Boston to-night ?" "Yes." And that night, in the moonlight, behind the rushing engine of a motor car, Barry Houston once more rode the heights where Mount Taluchen frowned down from its snowy pinnacles, where the road was narrow and the turns sharp, and where the world beneath was built upon a scale of miniature.

But this time, the drifts had faded from beside the highway; nodding flowers showed in the moonlight; the snow flurries were gone.

Soon the downward grade had come and after that the straggling little town of Dominion.

Early morning found Houston in Denver, searching the train schedules.

That night he was far from the mountains, hurrying half across the continent in search of the thing that would give him back his birthright.
Weazened, wrinkle-faced little Jenkins met him at the office, to stare in apparent surprise, then to rush forward with well-simulated enthusiasm.
"You're back, Mr.Houston! I'm so glad.