“And a man,” declared Barbara stoutly.
“Well, then,” he conceded, “we won’t quarrel. We’ll say it’s both.”
And they sat, saying little, watching the colors of the sunset flame over the mighty valley—stealing over the vast, silent space that spread between the two mountain ranges. And the big valley smiled back at them, softening the sadness that dwelt in the heart of the girl, and holding out to both of them a promise of good to come—telling them of a mystery that had been solved, and of a menace removed.