When he helped her over the rail-fence at the lower edge of the clearing, he held her in his arms for a little; then they went on.
They saw the beautiful, tree-clad hills lying softly outlined in the shadows like folds of green and timeworn velvet, extending ridge on ridge into the blue.

They saw the river, their river, making its gleaming way with many a curve and bend to the mighty sea, that was hidden somewhere far beyond the distant sky-line of their vision; and between them and the river, at the foot of the hill, they saw the little log house with Auntie Sue and Homer T.Ward waiting in the doorway.
When the banker saw the man at Betty Jo's side, his mind was far from the clerk whom he had known more than a year before in the city.

His thoughts were on the author, the scholar, the genius, whose book had so compelled his respect and admiration.

This tall fellow, with the athletic shoulders and deeply tanned face, who was dressed in the rude garb of the backwoodsman, with his coat over his arm, his ax on his shoulder, and his dinner-pail in his hand,--who was he?
And why was Betty Jo so familiar with this stranger,--Betty Jo, who was usually so reserved, with her air of competent self-possession?
Homer T.Ward turned to look inquiringly at Auntie Sue.
His old teacher smiled back at him without speaking.
Then, Betty Jo and Brian Kent were standing before him.
"Here he is, Uncle Homer," said the girl.
Brian, hearing her speak those two revealing words, and seeing her go to the bank president, who put his arm around her with the loving intimacy of a father, stood speechless with amazement, looking from Homer T.Ward and Betty Jo to Auntie Sue and back to the banker and the girl.
Mr.Ward, still not remembering the bank clerk in this re-created Brian Kent, was holding out his hand with a genial smile.
As the bewildered Brian mechanically took the hand so cordially extended, the older man said: "It is an honor, sir, to meet a man who can do the work you have done in writing that book.

It is impossible to estimate the value of such a service as you have rendered the race.