Another moment, and the young man had left the path that led to his home, and was making straight for the distant hill.

He would climb to that spot where he had stood in the afternoon, and would look down once more upon the little cabin on the mountain side.

Then he would go home along the ridge.
Three quarters of an hour later, he pushed up out of a ravine that he followed to its head below the Old Trail, near the place where, with Pete and the shepherd, he had watched Sammy reading her letter.

He was climbing to the Lookout, for it was the easiest way to the ledge, and, as his eye came on a level with the bench along which the path runs, he saw clearly on the big rock above the figure of a man.

Instantly Young Matt stopped.