My friend, goodby." "Good-by," he said, clasping her hand.

His glance was clear, warm, beautiful, yet it was sad.
Auchincloss's hearty voice broke the spell.

Then Helen saw that the others were mounted.

Bo had ridden up close; her face was earnest and happy and grieved all at once, as she bade good-by to Dale.

The pack-burros were hobbling along toward the green slope.