"It is doubtful whether he will ever want to leave here," Rutherford responded, "for he appreciates anything of this kind even more than I do. He'll grow wild over these mountains. Well, Miss Maverick," he continued, shaking hands with Lyle, "I thank you for all you've done to make my visit so pleasant, and I'm glad that we will only say good-bye for a little while." "I am also," she replied, "and I wish you a pleasant journey and a speedy return." "This is not 'good-bye,' Mr. Rutherford," said Miss Gladden, extending her hand, "it is only 'au revoir.'" "That is right," he answered, then added in low tones, "Miss Gladden, I have already congratulated Mr. Houston, and I hope you will accept my congratulations and best wishes also. I think almost as much of him as of my own brother, and I could not wish either of you any happier fortune than I believe you will find in each other." In a few moments Houston and Rutherford were riding rapidly down the canyon. At the office, where Houston had to prepare some orders for the driver, he and Rutherford took leave of each other. "Be good to yourself, old fellow," said Rutherford, "and keep us posted just how you are coming on; and say," he added, lowering his voice, "I'll keep you posted of our whereabouts, and if anything should happen, and you need help, wire us and we'll be here by the next train; you can count on two brothers now, instead of one, you know." CHAPTER XXIV. A day or two after the departure of Rutherford, Miss Gladden, having learned from Lyle at what hour Jack usually completed his day's work, set forth upon her visit to the cabin. She felt that her errand might prove embarrassing both to Jack and herself; she wished to obtain some clue regarding Lyle's parentage; at least, to learn what his suspicions, or possible knowledge might be concerning the matter, and taking into consideration the contingency that she might be his own child, whose existence he had kept secret for reasons of his own, it was a subject which would require very delicate handling. She found Jack at the cabin, and alone, and his courteous greeting, containing less formality and more cordiality and friendliness than on the former occasion, made her task seem far less difficult. He ushered her into the pleasant little sitting-room, and she noted even more particularly than on her former visit, the exquisite taste betrayed, not only in the furnishings of the room, but in their very arrangement. After chatting a few moments regarding the little circle of friends at the house, in whom he seemed to take more interest than she would have expected from a man of his secluded life, the conversation naturally turned to Lyle, and Miss Gladden said: