"You are a wonderful rider." "I could not have done it, Miss Cameron," said Raven, a wonderfully sweet smile lighting up his hard face, "I could not have done it had you ever lost your nerve." "I had no fear after I saw your face," said the girl simply.

"I knew you could do it." "Ah, and how did you know that ?" His gray-brown eyes searched her face more keenly.
"I cannot tell.

I just knew." "Let me introduce my friend, Dr.Martin," said Cameron as the doctor came up.
"I--too--want to thank you--Mr.Raven," said the doctor, seizing him with both hands.

"I never can--we never can forget it--or repay you." "Oh," said Raven, with a careless laugh, "what else could I do?
After all it was Night Hawk did the trick." He lifted his hat again to Moira, bowed with a beautiful grace, threw himself on his horse and stood till the two men, after carefully examining the harness and securing the reins, had climbed to their places on the wagon seat.
Then he trotted on before toward the Stopping Place, where the minister's wife and indeed the whole company of villagers awaited them.
"Oh, isn't he wonderful!" cried Moira, with her eyes upon the rider in front of them.

"And he did it so easily." But the men sat silent.