Here was another moment when thoughts were too slow processes to emphasize themselves; she was swayed by emotions provoked by the moment. Where were the trunks and suitcases and hat-boxes to accompany the young bride? In their stead, a coat tied into a tight bundle and a frying-pan before her. King looked at her and marvelled; her cheeks were roses, her eyes were Gloria's own, wonderful and big and deep beyond fathoming. From his own saddle on the buckskin he nodded his approval of her.
"You are not afraid that I can't take care of you, are you, Gloria?" he asked.
And Gloria laughed gaily, answering: "My dear Mr. Man, I am not the least little bit afraid of anything in all the world this morning!"
So with the glorious day brightening all about them they turned away from the log house and into the trail which straightway King dubbed "Adventure Trail." And as they went he sang out joyously: "The Lord knows what we'll find, dear heart, and the deuce knows what we'll do. But we're back once more on the old trail, our own trail, the out trail, And Life runs large on the Long Trail--the trail that is always new."