f her room she might have faced the truth of her strangely renewed and augmented love for Glenn Kilbourne。 But she was more concerned with her happiness。 She had won him back。 Her presence； her love had overcome his restraint。 She thrilled in the sweet consciousness of her woman's conquest。 How splendid he was！ To hold back physical tenderness； the simple expressions of love； because he had feared they might unduly influence her！ He had grown in many ways。 She must be careful to reach up to his ideals。 That about Flo Hutter's toil…hardened hands！ Was that significance somehow connected with the rift in the lute？ For Carley admitted to herself that there was something amiss； something incomprehensible； something intangible that obtruded its menace into her dream of future happiness。 Still； what had she to fear； so long as she could be with Glenn？
And yet there were forced upon her； insistent and perplexing； the questionswas her love selfish？ was she considering him？ was she blind to something he could see？ Tomorrow and next day and the days to come held promise of joyous companionship with Glenn； yet likewise they seemed full of a portent of trouble for her； or fight and ordeal； of lessons that would make life significant for her。
CHAPTER III
Carley was awakened by rattling sounds in her room。 The raising of sleepy eyelids disclosed Flo on her knees before the little stove； ill the act of lighting a fire。
〃Mawnin'； Carley；〃 she drawled。 〃It's shore cold。 Reckon it'll snow today； worse luck； just because you're here。 Take my hunch and stay in bed till the fire burns up。〃
〃I shall do no such thing；〃 declared Carley； heroically。
〃We're afraid you'll take cold；〃 said Flo。 〃This is desert country with high altitude。 Spring is here when the sun shines。 But it's only shinin' in streaks these days。 That means winter； really。 Please be good。〃
〃Well； it doesn't require much self…denial to stay here awhile longer；〃 replied Carley； lazily。
Flo left with a parting admonition not to let the stove get red…hot。 And Carley lay snuggled in the warm blankets； dreading the ordeal of getting out into that cold bare room。 Her nose was cold。 When her nose grew cold； it being a faithful barometer as to temperature； Carley knew there was frost in the air。 She preferred summer。 Steam…heated rooms with hothouse flowers lending their perfume had certainly not trained Carley for primitive conditions。 She had a spirit； however； that was waxing a little rebellious to all this intimation as to her susceptibility to colds and her probable weakness under privation。 Carley got up。 Her bare feet landed upon the board floor instead of the Navajo rug； and she thought she had encountered cold stone。 Stove and hot water notwithstanding； by the time she was half dressed she was also half frozen。 〃Some actor fellow once said w…when you w…went West you were c…camping out；〃 chattered Carley。 〃Believe me； he said something。〃
The fact was Carley had never camped out。 Her set played golf； rode horseback； motored and house…boated； but they had never gone in for uncomfortable trips。 The camps and hotels in the Adirondacks were as warm and luxurious as Carley's own home。 Carley now missed many things。 And assuredly her flesh was weak。 It cost her effort of will and real pain to finish lacing her boots。 As she had made an engagement with Glenn to visit his cabin； she had donned an outdoor suit。 She wondered if the cold had anything to do with the perceptible diminishing of the sound of the waterfall。 Perhaps some of the water had frozen； like her fingers。
Carley went downstairs to the living room； and made no effort to resist a rush to the open fire。 Flo and her mother were amused at Carley's impetuosity。 〃You'll like that stingin' of the air after you get used to it；〃 said Mrs。 Hutter。 Carley had her doubts。 When she was thoroughly thawed out she discovered an appetite quite unusual for her； and she enjoyed her breakfast。 Then it was time to sally forth to meet Glenn。
〃It's pretty sharp this mawnin'；〃 said Flo。 〃You'll need gloves and sweater。〃
Having fortified herself with these； Carley asked how to find West Fork Canyon。
〃It's down the road a little way；〃 replied Flo。 〃A great narrow canyon opening on the right side。 You can't miss it。〃
Flo accompanied her as far as the porch steps。 A queer…looking individual was slouching along with ax over his shoulder。
〃There's Charley；〃 said Flo。 〃He'll show you。〃 Then she whispered： 〃He's sort of dotty sometimes。 A horse kicked him once。 But mostly he's sensible。〃
At Flo's call the fellow halted with a grin。 He was long； lean； loose jointed； dressed in blue overalls stuck into the tops of muddy boots； and his face was clear olive without beard or line。 His brow bulged a little； and from under it peered out a pair of wistful brown eyes that reminded Carley of those of a dog she had once owned。
〃Wal； it ain't a…goin' to be a nice day；〃 remarked Charley； as he tried to accommodate his strides to Carley's steps。
〃How can you tell？〃 asked Carley。 〃It looks clear and bright。〃
〃Naw； this is a dark mawnin'。 Thet's a cloudy sun。 We'll hev snow on an' off。〃
〃Do you mind bad weather？〃
〃Me？ All the same to me。 Reckon； though； I like it cold so I can loaf round a big fire at night。〃
〃I like a big fire； too。〃
〃Ever camped out？〃 he asked。
〃Not what you'd call the real thing；〃 replied Carley。
〃Wal； thet's too bad。 Reckon it'll be tough fer you；〃 he went on； kindly。 〃There was a gurl tenderfoot heah two years ago an' she had a hell of a time。 They all joked her； 'cept me； an' played tricks on her。 An' on her side she was always puttin' her foot in it。 I was shore sorry fer her。〃
〃You were very kind to be an exception；〃 murmured Carley。
〃You look out fer Tom Hutter； an' I reckon Flo ain't so darn above layin' traps fer you。 'Specially as she's sweet on your beau。 I seen them together a lot。〃
〃Yes？〃 interrogated Carley； encouragingly。
〃Kilbourne is the best fellar thet ever happened along Oak Creek。 I helped him build his cabin。 We've hunted some together。 Did you ever hunt？〃
〃No。〃
〃Wal； you've shore missed a lot of fun；〃 he said。 〃Turkey huntin'。 Thet's what fetches the gurls。 I reckon because turkeys are so good to eat。 The old gobblers hev begun to gobble now。 I'll take you gobbler huntin' if you'd like to go。〃
〃I'm sure I would。〃
〃There's good trout fishin' along heah a little later；〃 he said； pointing to the stream。 〃Crick's too high now。 I like West Fork best。 I've ketched some lammin' big ones up there。〃
Carley was amused and interested。 She could not say that Charley had shown any indication of his mental peculiarity to her。 It took considerable restraint not to lead him to talk more about Flo and Glenn。 Presently they reached the turn in the road； opposite the cottage Carley had noticed yesterday； and here her loquacious escort halted。
〃You take the trail heah；〃 he said； pointing it out； 〃an' foller it into West Fork。 So long； an' don't forget we're goin' huntin' turkeys。〃
Carley smiled her thanks； and； taking to the trail； she stepped out briskly； now giving attention to her surroundings。 The canyon had widened； and the creek with its deep thicket of green and white had sheered to the left。 On her right the canyon wall appeared to be lifting higherand higher。 She could not see it well； owing to intervening treetops。 The trail led her through a grove of maples and sycamores； out into an open park…like bench that turned to the right toward the cliff。 Suddenly Carley saw a break in the red wall。 It was the intersecting canyon； West Fork。 What a narrow red…walled gateway！ Huge pine trees spread wide gnarled branches over her head。 The wind made soft rush in their tops； sending the brown needles lightly on the air。 Carley turned the bulging corner； to be halted by a magnificent spectacle。 It seemed a mountain wall loomed over her。 It was the western side of this canyon； so lofty that Carley had to tip back her head to see the top。 She swept her astonished gaze down the face of this tremendous red mountain wall and then slowly swept it upward again。 This phenomenon of a cliff seemed beyond the comprehension of her sight。 It looked a mile high。 The few trees along its bold rampart resembled short spear…pointed bushes outlined against the steel gray of sky。 Ledges； caves； seams； cracks； fissures； beetling red brows； yellow crumbling crags； benches of green growths and niches choked with brush； and bold points where single lonely pine trees grew perilously； and blank walls a thousand feet across their shadowed facesthese features gradually took shape in Carley's confused sight； until the colossal mountain front stood up before her in all its strange； wild； magnificent ruggedness and beauty。
〃Arizona！ Perhaps this is what he meant；〃 murmured Carley。 〃I never dreamed of anything like this。 。 。 。 But； oh！ it overshadows mebears me down！ I could never have a moment's peace under it。〃
It fascinated her。 There were inaccessible ledges that haunted her with their remote fastnesses。 How wonderful world it be to get there； rest there； if that were possible！ But only eagles could reach them。 There were places； then； that the desecrating hands of man could not touch。 The dark caves were mystically potent in their vacant staring out at the world beneath them。 The crumbling crags； the toppling ledges； the leaning rocks all threatened to come thundering down at the breath of wind。 How deep and soft the red color in contrast with the green！ How splendid the sheer bold uplift of gigantic steps！ Carley found herself marveling at the forces that had so rudely； violently； and grandly left this monument to nature。
〃Well； old Fifth Avenue gadder！〃 called a gay voice。 〃If the back wall of my yard so halts youwhat will you ever do when you see the Painted Desert； or climb Sunset Peak； or look down into the Grand Canyon？〃
〃Oh； Glenn； where are you？〃 cried Carley； gazing everywhere near at hand。 But he was farther away。 The clearness of his voice had deceived her。 Presently she espied him a little distance away； across a creek she had not before noticed。
〃Come on；〃 he called。 〃I want to see you cross the stepping stones。〃
Carley ran ahead； down a little slope of clean