The days she had not come, which were few, he had spent watching for her there.

His tasks were not many, and he said he had nothing to do but wait for her.

Lucy had a persistent and remorseful, yet sweet memory of Slone at his lonely lookout.

Here was a fine, strong, splendid young man who had nothing to do but watch for her--a waste of precious hours! She waved her hand from afar, and he waved in reply.

Then as she reached the cedared part of the pass Slone was no longer visible.