That golden liquid releases the mind from the thraldom of the worn-out body." "It depends on one's knees," said Weston, with a trace of dryness.
"Yours have a habit of giving out unexpectedly, and I shouldn't like to carry you up this valley.

Anyway, breakfast's ready, and we have to find that lake to-day or give up the search." They set about breakfast, and again it happened that Grenfell got rather more than his share.

Then Weston, who carried also the heavy rifle, strapped the double burden on his shoulders, and they started on their march, walking wearily.

The valley that they followed, like most of the others, was choked with heavy timber, and they pressed on slowly through the dim shadow of great balsams, hemlocks, and Douglas firs, among which there sprang up thickets of tall green fern that were just then dripping with the dew.

The stiff fronds brushed the moisture through the rags they wore and wet them to the skin; but they were used to that.