CONTENTS

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I. A Strange Background 7

II. White Robes 22

III. A New Dawn 32

IV. A New Girl 46

V. The Patient 59

VI. A Wager 67

VII. A Study in Temperaments 78

VIII. Possibilities 90

IX. An Adventure 103

X. A Good Samaritan 116

XI. The Canyon 127

XII. The Man from Above 139

XIII. Disillusion 151

XIV. Facing the Music 161

XV. Expiation 170

XVI. The Pine, not the Olive 190

XVII. The Passionate Pilgrim 200

XVIII. An Appeal 209

XIX. The Arrest 222

XX. The Grand Canyon 231

ILLUSTRATIONS

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“When He Appeared He was Leading, Half Carrying, a Girl who did not Look like a Formidable Intruder.” Frontispiece

“They Heard the Sound of Low Voices Before Seeing Any One.” 111

“With the Rope now about His Own Waist, Howard Brent Crawled Down to Her.” 143

“‘I Just Wanted to Thank You,’ She Said.” 229

The Camp Fire Girls
at the End of the Trail

CHAPTER I
A Strange Background

The castle had been built before the first known palace in Europe. It was fashioned centuries ago inside the walls of a stone cliff with two taller cliffs rising on either side. Beyond was a break between, allowing a narrow entrance to the cliff dwelling from the outside. In front there was a small plateau of rock ending in a precipice, which descended with a drop of a hundred feet to a new ledge, and then came another still deeper fall.

That afternoon a group of four persons were inside the ancient cliff dwelling. One of them—a young girl in an odd costume which was partly modern and yet suggesting an older race—had climbed to the crest of the ruins and stood, with her hand above her eyes, gazing about her.

Another girl, in a chamber below, was sitting upon a comfortable camp stool which she had undoubtedly brought with her, she was hammering industriously with a small steel hammer, and now and then stopped to work with her chisel at a solid stone wall. Evidently she believed some extraordinary treasure was embedded inside, since she never glanced away from her labors.

On the bottom floor historic influences had not kept the two remaining girls from the cheering occupation of preparing tea. The wood must have been brought from the country behind the cliffs, for a camp fire was burning in the old stone chamber, with a large kettle of water simmering above it.

One of the two girls—tall and foreign in appearance, with large dark eyes and thick dark hair parted in the middle over a low brow—left her task now and then. She would then walk twenty yards or more toward a figure lying quietly in the sunshine. In spite of the warmth this figure was wrapped in a great blanket which allowed only a fair head and thin face to show forth.

If no attention was vouchsafed her, she would quietly return to her occupation. But, by and by, without speaking, she came and spread a small cloth on a flat surface of rock. Then she unpacked an Indian basket stored with things for making tea. Immediately afterwards, putting her fingers to her lips, she summoned the other girls to join her.

In response Alice Ashton rose up at once and carefully stored away her precious bits of stone and her hammer and chisel into the bag she carried for the purpose. Then she climbed down the jagged but secure steps cut into the face of the rock so many years ago.

But Peggy Webster, at the summit of the cliff dwelling, refused to descend in any such sensible fashion.

Instead, she