"How like my life," thought Keith. "Last night, the storm howling and raging; this morning the stillness of God. Ah, I see it clearly," he unconsciously uttered aloud, following hard in Pete's footsteps.
"Hey? what d'ye see?" asked the prospector, suddenly stopping and looking at his companion.
Keith laughed. "Nothing outwardly," he replied. "I must have been dreaming and forgot myself."
"Umph!" returned the other, and continued on his way.
"An' what did ye see out yon, laddie?" queried Pete, when they at length reached the cabin.
Keith looked keenly at the old man, but only an expression of calmness, tinged with sadness, was depicted upon his rugged countenance.
"I saw much, Pete, very much."
"So did I, laddie. I saw it, too."
"And what did you see, Pete?"
The prospector looked intently into the young man's face before replying.