unbuckled his belt and hung it upon a peg in the wall. "You are rarely
as spry, eh?"

"Indeed! I have not been to bed at all," replied the girl, a weary
smile wreathing her lips. "I was nervous, and feared something was
going to happen, so I staid up."

"Your old plea--the presentiment of coming danger, I suppose," and the
youth laughed, gayly. "But you need not fear. No one will invade our
little Paradise, right away. What is your opinion of it, Redburn?"

"I should say not. I think this little mountain retreat is without
equal," replied Harry, with enthusiasm. "The only wonder is, how did
you ever stumble into such a delightful place."

"Of that I will perhaps tell you, another time," said Harris,
musingly.

Day soon dawned over the mountains, and the early morning sunlight
fell with charming effect into the little "pocket," with its countless
thousands of odorous flowers, and the little ivy-clad cabin nestling
down among them all.

Sweet, sad-faced Anita prepared a sumptuous morning repast out of
antelope-steak and the eggs of wild birds, with dainty side dishes of
late summer berries, and a large luscious melon which had been grown
on a cultivated patch, contiguous to the cabin.

Both Harris and his guest did ample justice to the meal, for they had
neither eaten anything since the preceding noon. When they had