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He no longer used his coantic peaks One of these was taller than the other two As he journeyed, his eyes were always returning to it It fascinated hied itself upon hi the valley He began to think of it as the Watcher Each hour of his progress see it a little ht's camp in the valley he saw the moon sink behind it Within hi to hireater than all the others, had been Marette's guardian Ten thousand times she must have looked at it, as he had looked at it that day--if her hoe A hundred miles away she could have seen the Watcher on a clear day

On the second day the an to take on a new character The peak of it was in the fored as he advanced And the two lesser peaks were forht dimmed his vision, he knew that what he had seen was not a whirown into the shape of asouth A restless excite after dusk At dawn he was on the trail again Westward the sky cleared, and suddenly he stopped, and a cry came from him

The Watcher's head was there, as if chiseled by the hands of giants The two s and weird, their crests had taken on the for north The other faced the valley And Kent, his heart pounding, cried to himself, "The Silent Men!"

He did not hear hi within hi inspiration backed by the forces of a visual truth THE VALLEY OF SILENT MEN He repeated the words, staring at the three colossal heads in the sky Somewhere near them, under them,--one side or the other--was Marette's hidden valley!

He went on A strange joy consurief was obliterated, and it seemed to him in these reet hiedy of the Death Chute caiant heads atching--and would alatch--for a beloved lost one ould never return As the sun went down that day, the face bowed to the valley see question sent directly to Kent