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oran sat on a ledge of the rimrocks above the canyon, viewing the country with his glasses. Flash appeared suddenly, coming up through a break in the rims. He lingered near Moran for a few minutes, then started back as suddenly as he had come. With his forefeet over the edge he paused and looked back over his shoulder at Moran.

“This trying to keep in touch with both of us will wear you to a shadow,” laughed Moran. In less than an hour Flash had made four trips between the cabin and the rims. “Bring her back with you this trip,” said Moran. “She promised to join us up here, Flash.”

Half an hour later Flash reappeared, this time followed by the girl.

Moran led the way to a little projection of the cliff, a tiny promontory jutting out over the void of the canyon. A rolling jumble of hills and valleys spread out before them; dense spruce slopes and sidehill parks, bald ridges and windswept