For both were looking out into the big valley, where the sun was sinking with a splendor that reminded them of another day. "The gold isn't worth mining," said Harlan, gently. "The assayer used names that didn't mean anything to me, but he told me enough in plain talk, to prove that your dad wasted his time." "I'm satisfied," said the girl. "Me too," smiled Harlan. "There's somethin' better than gold." "It's peace--and happiness," said Barbara, gently. "An' a girl," smiled Harlan. "And a man," declared Barbara stoutly. "Well, then," he conceded, "we won't quarrel. We'll say it's both." And they sat, saying little, watching the colors of the sunset flame over the mighty valley--stealing over the vast, silent space that spread between the two mountain ranges. And the big valley smiled back at them, softening the sadness that dwelt in the heart of the girl, and holding out to both of them a promise of good to come--telling them of a mystery that had been solved, and of a menace removed.