Hard upon that conclusion rushed another--one which troubled with its stinging revelation.

Surely these influences he had defied were just the ones to bring out in him the Indian he had sensed but had never known.

The eventful day had brought new and bitter food for Jean to reflect upon.
The trail landed him in the bowlder-strewn bed of a wide canyon, where the huge trees stretched a canopy of foliage which denied the sunlight, and where a beautiful brook rushed and foamed.

Here at last Jean tasted water that rivaled his Oregon springs.

"Ah," he cried, "that sure is good!" Dark and shaded and ferny and mossy was this streamway; and everywhere were tracks of game, from the giant spread of a grizzly bear to the tiny, birdlike imprints of a squirrel.