"You'll never look quite so high or so wonderful to me again," she thought, as she looked out on the hills. "It's because I've looked down on you, I suppose--the law of contrast. I learned a great deal up there--in the vapors. I put out my feelers, something I never did before. I see I've always faked my sensations. But my wings are pin feathers as yet. I have to look at everything from a new angle of vision. All my life I've been longing for thrills--real thrills, my own thrills; not other peoples. I had a few little shivers when I was riding to Top Hill that morning; a few more last night--but my first true thrill of rapture came when I was challenging the sky, an argonaut." It was a hard struggle for Pen to adjust her new self that she had found up in the high altitudes where all the tepid, petty things of life had dropped from her--where she had found the famous fleece, the truth. In the vastness of that uncharted land, like a flash in the dark something had leaped at her. Her dream of a dream had come true. She had learned the great human miracle, the meaning of a love that had the strength to renounce. A god-made love, sweet and strong, conceived on earth, but brought forth on high where the call of destiny had sounded with clarion clearness. She knew now what she had missed; that he was not of the world of miniature men who exact and never return. She was roused from her visions of the new and radiant world which had been opened unto her by a knock at her door. "Yes," she answered vaguely. "There's a man downstairs to see you," said the proprietor. She was at once alert and on the defensive, thinking of an encounter with Hebler. "Do you know who he is?" she asked apprehensively. "He said to tell you 'twas Jo." Joyfully she hastened down to the deserted office of the little inn. "Jo, I am so glad it's you!" "So am I. Come outside and take a walk with me." "How did you ever track me up here, Jo?" she asked as they walked up a hillside. "Not hard to track the first skycraft that ever came up to these parts. I saw one land near Westcott's, and I had a hunch it was lighting for you. Then I thought no more about it until things happened that made it up to me to find you. I inquired around and about and found a big balloon had come this way, so I figured this was about your goal for a train." "Why was it up to you to find me, Jo?" "Well, Miss Penny Ante, I am a little interested in you, seeing as it was you who brought Marta to me. And I knew you would be interested in knowing Marta didn't take the ring." "Oh, Jo! I tried to think it wasn't Marta, but--" "She says she acted just as though she had taken it. It was old Merlin, nosing around the hall, who tucked it away. But the real reason I had to run you down was for my pal. He wants you." "Why?" she asked. "To apologize? You didn't tell him, Jo--" "I told him nothing." "Then he must want me as an ex-sheriff."