Keith, dreaming along a winding, rock-strewn trail in the canyon, looked up quickly and beheld his Heart's Desire sitting calmly upon her horse, ten feet before Redcloud's nose, watching him amusedly. Redcloud must have been dreaming also, or he would have whinnied warning and welcome, with the same breath. “'Traveler, tell to me,'” she went on, seeing Keith only stared. Keith, not to be outdone, searched his memory hurriedly for the reply which should rightly follow; secretly he was amazed at her sudden friendliness. “'Child, there's a valley over there'--but it isn't 'pretty and wooded and shy'--not what you can notice. And there isn't any 'little town,' either, unless you go a long way. Why?” Keith rested his gloved hands, one above the other, on the saddle horn, and let his eyes riot with the love that was in him. He had not seen his Heart's Desire for a week. A week? It seemed a thousand years! And here she was before him, unusually gracious. “Why? I discovered that hill two hours ago, it seems to me, and it wasn't more than a mile off. I want to see what lies on the other side. I feel sure no man ever stood upon the top and looked down. It is my hill--mine by the right of discovery. But I've been going, and going, and I think it's rather farther away, if anything, than it was before.” “Good thing I met you'” Keith declared, and he looked as if he meant it. “You're probably lost, right now, and don't know it. Which way is home?” Beatrice smiled a superior smile, and pointed. “I thought so,” grinned Keith joyously. “You're pointing straight toward Claggett.” “It doesn't matter,” said Beatrice, “since you know, and you're here. The important thing is to get to the top of that hill.” “What for?” Keith questioned. “Why, to be there!” Beatrice opened her big eyes at him. “That,” she declared whimsically, “is the top of the world, and it is mine. I found it. I want to go up there and look down.” “It's an unmerciful climb,” Keith demurred hypocritically, to strengthen her resolution. “All the better. I don't value what comes easily.” “You won't see anything, except more hills.” “I love hills--and more hills.” “You're a long way from home, and it's after one o'clock.” “I have a lunch with me, and I often stay out until dinner time.” Keith gave a sigh that shook the saddle, making up, in volume, what it lacked in sincerity. The blood in him was a-jump at the prospect of leading his Heart's Desire up next the clouds--up where the world was yet young. A man in love is fond of self-torture. “I have not said you must go.” Beatrice answered with the sigh. “You don't have to,” he retorted. “It is a self evident fact. Who wants to go prowling around these hills by night, with a lantern that smokes an' has an evil smell, losing sleep and yowling like a bunch of coyotes, hunting a misguided young woman who thinks north is south, and can't point straight up?” “You draw a flattering picture, Mr. Cameron.”