Kingsley walked a restless turn. "I do understand," he said. "I feel it myself. But we don’t know what we are going through, and we can’t be sure of the weather an hour ahead; clouds are manufactured right here at a moment’s notice. But wait, don’t tease, and we’ll compromise. I’m going off now to reconnoiter. I believe the most feasible start is from that ridge across this valley of the Paradise, but I want to be sure. There’ll be no time to waste in doubling back for fresh starts to-morrow. And Mose has been up that way; he says, with care, we can use the horses as far as the old snow. A glacier cuts in there, probably the source of the Cowlitz, and he thinks we should be able to reach it in a couple of hours. I’ll take you that far—to the glacier." At this Mose started from his recumbent position on the earth. He threw out his arms in protest. "No, no, Mees," he said. "It ees bes’ you doan’ go dare. Sacré, no." "I’m not afraid," she answered smiling, "and if I’m a trouble I’ll turn back. I promise." "You doan’ be some tro’ble, Mees," he said quickly. "No, no, it ees dat Tyee Sahgalee ees goin’ be mad. Mebbe he ees mek dis mountain burn an’ break an’ fall down. Monjee, monjee, Mees, you can’ ride quick ’nough away." She laughed, shaking her head. "I don’t believe that, Mose," she said, "and you won’t, after we have been there. Tyee Sahgalee don’t care how many of us go creeping up there, any more than we care about the ants and spiders that crawl to the cabin door." "You mean it is you who don’t care," said Stratton. "You are ready to take the risks, whatever they are. And if you are determined to go on braving Providence, or Tyee Sahgalee, or whoever it is, the rest of the day, I’m going to join the expedition; that is, unless Mrs. Kingsley is afraid to stay here alone with Samantha." "Oh," answered Louise, at last awake to the situation, "I want you to go." "I thought so," and he smiled. "I’ve proved something of a mascot on occasion, and I’ll look after the Captain." The horses were brought and presently they were trailing away up the pathless slopes in the wake of the piebald pony; fording countless streams, leaping them, sinking in pitfalls through treacherous banks of bloom. When, switchbacking up a lofty rise, Alice ventured to look down, all the colored breadth of Paradise park unfolded like a map, and the dome gathered majesty at every turn. They gained a shoulder, rounded a curve, and before them stretched the levels of a plateau carpeted with snow. Then, as they moved across this field, mountain on mountain opened, shading to blue distance. Through a gap, out of a woolly cloud, shone the opal crown of Adams, and presently, far off St. Helens rose like a floating berg on an uptossed sea.