He glanced around his room as he left it, and then stood staring.
On the moss before his prettiest seat lay the Angel's hat.

In the excitement of yesterday all of them had forgotten it.

He went and picked it up, oh! so carefully, gazing at it with hungry eyes, but touching it only to carry it to his case, where he hung it on the shining handlebar of the new wheel and locked it among his treasures.

Then he went to the trail, with a new expression on his face and a strange throbbing in his heart.

He was not in the least afraid of anything that morning.