A singular thrill ran through him.

Could it be possible that he would come again, and in the manner that the old woman had predicted?
The path, in another minute, curved around the mountain, and the valley was shut from view.

Nor, as he rode on, did he catch another glimpse of it.

One might roam the mountains for months and never see the home of Samuel Jarvis.
The two days passed without event.

The weather remained fair, and no one interfered with him.