Then once more Charmian Reemy sobbed, this time with her tousled head on the broad shoulder of the man who loved her. She had promised herself this weeping spell as a reward for holding back her tears throughout the days and nights just past; and now she rewarded herself abundantly and without reserve. But hers were tears of gladness and relief. Nothing was to happen to Andy! The doctor had needlessly distressed her. Here he was in her arms, big and strong and virile and handsome as a god--what ever could happen to such a man! There was food in the valley--nuts and game and fish. And if the huckleberries would only last she would be content to live on them alone, while Andy was with her in the valley. The doctor might never return if he chose to leave them there together. What mattered it, when she had Andy? The Valley of Arcana had lost its grimness. It was a valley of happy smiles, blessed by nature, sun kissed, gloriously resplendent from wall to wall. It was warm noontide and the sun was overhead--and she was crying happily on Andy’s shoulder. “And had Mary Temple and the doctor started out when you left?” she asked finally, wiping her tears on a sleeve of her flannel shirt. “Yes, dear--we all started at the same time. Doctor Shonto told me about Mary’s faking a sprained ankle. She’ll have a time of it with that broken rib, I’m thinking. But I guess there was no other way. What did the doctor tell you about me, Charmian?” “He wouldn’t explain anything,” she answered. “Wouldn’t warn me at all beyond telling me that I couldn’t be of any help to you if--if anything happened.” “Don’t worry,” he told her lightly. “Nothing at all is going to happen. I have almost twice as much dope as Doctor Shonto thought I had; but still the quantity is small compared with the store he carried. Anyway, he wouldn’t trust me to try and make the trip out on it, for some one would have had to return here for you, and days would have been wasted. But he cheered me up--and told me to pass it on to you--by saying that there probably was no danger at all, and that everything depended on his getting back to us in a couple of weeks or more. That ought to be easy for him.” “But if it snows heavily, Andy?” “Not a sign of a cloud now. A little rain a couple of nights ago, but just a shower. Doesn’t mean anything at all as regards the setting in of winter. In the altitudes it may snow, even, in June, July, and August--any time. He’ll make it all right, and we’ll all get out before snow flies.