This new camping-place was more secluded than the former one, and approached by a narrow ridge that no one would believe a horse could pass along, for in places it was only eighteen inches wide. But Andrew Seldon had gone first along it on foot, and found beyond, up in the depths of a large canyon opening into the mightier one, a perfect garden spot and scene of beauty. A crystal stream trickled down a lofty precipice and flowed through the canyon, and in its bed glittered grains of gold innumerable. Back under the shadows of the towering cliffs there were found veins of precious metal giving promise of rich mines. There were trees growing luxuriously in this nature's park, velvety grass covering acres of meadow-land, wild fruits that were delicious, and everything to make this home a most charming one. They first made the effort to get their horses across the narrow ridge, upon either side of which was an abyss a quarter of a mile in depth, seamed with ravines, and looking like the craters of defunct volcanoes. The first horse tried, Andrew Seldon's own riding-animal, followed his master without hesitation along the dizzy, awful pathway. Turning, Seldon led him back again, and then the other animals followed slowly, and though nervously, yet without accident. They were repaid for their fright when turned loose upon the acres of luxuriant grass in the valley. A fence of poles made a barrier across the narrow entrance of the valley, and so the horses were allowed to roam at will. A stout cabin was next built, and the two men having made themselves comfortable for the winter, were ready to begin their search for gold, feeling safe once more in their retreat, for who would believe that they had crossed that narrow ridge to find a hiding-place beyond? And here these two men, so strangely met, with mysterious lives, and both in hiding from the world, settled down to win a fortune from the generous earth, to earn riches that would make them comfortable in their latter years far from the scenes that had known them in other days and to which they dared not return. Each day they worked several hours in their gold-hunting, and then one of them would take his gun and go in search of game, while the other would do the chores about their cabin. It was upon one of these hunting expeditions one day that Andrew Seldon found himself belated from having pursued his game much farther than he had thought. It was some miles back to camp and the sun had long since ceased to send its rays down into the depths of the mighty chasm of the Grand Canyon. He started back, with his game swung up on his back, and the shadows rapidly deepening about him. As he neared his old destroyed home he stopped suddenly, for across the canyon a light flashed before his gaze. "It is a firelight as sure as I live," he muttered. "What does it, what can it, mean?" He stood like one dazed by the sight for some time, and then slowly fell from his lips the words: