"Oh, no. We had a great heart to heart talk, and got on splendidly.
We parted like two lambs, and are the best of friends."
"You are!" The girl's lips merely breathed the words, but they told of her great relief.
"Yes, it is true. And more than that, we have already planned for a trip together in the hills, and you are to go with us, that is, if you wish to go."
At these words, Glen's face underwent a marvellous change.
"Don't go," she pleaded. "Stay where you are."
"Why, what is the matter?" and Reynolds looked his surprise as he paused in a stroke.
"Have you forgotten your dream last night? It was bad, and first dreams in a new place are sure to come true."
Reynolds laughed, as he again dipped the paddle into the water.
"Surely you are not superstitious, Miss Weston. Why should one be alarmed at dreams? They are nothing."
"That may be true," and Glen trailed her hand in the water. "But an uneasy feeling has taken possession of me which I cannot banish. I was brought up among Indians, you know, and they are naturally superstitious."