began to be conscious of the demands for food and water which such a tramp engenders. He reached the point, and then finding that the real tip of the peak was a bit higher than the trail, he left the path, and climbing the little eminence he threw himself down upon the very top and lay at ease, looking out over the precipice and watching the little black specks of automobiles creeping along the ribbons of roads, or other tiny specks of sampans flecking the blue of the water, or the lacy lines of surf creeping up from the blue to the green and then on over the sand of the beaches. Life seemed good to him just then. He had solved his problem, or rather, it had solved itself, and he had no thought of questioning the decision. He accepted it, and as for details, why those would also arrange themselves, he would not bother with them now; but only revel in the fact that Evalani was going to be his own. He did not even think to admit the possibility that Evalani might have ideas of her own upon the matter; but with the egotism of one who feels that he has accepted the will of the gods, he generously conceded to the gods the task of working out the details and seeing that they all dovetailed in a proper manner.
Eventually he began to feel a bit chilly, for the wind at those higher altitudes is distinctly fresh, and so he sat up and stretched his arms luxuriously, preparatory to turning upon the back trail. He stood up and peered over the edge of the precipice
