Again the world came back to Kent, the world that lay just beyond his open window.

But scarcely had O'Connor gone when it began to change, and in spite of his determination to keep hold of his nerve Kent felt creeping up with that change a thing that was oppressive and smothering.

Swiftly the distant billowings of the forests were changing their tones and colors under the darkening approach of storm.

The laughter of the hills and ridges went out.

The shimmer of spruce and cedar and balsam turned to a somber black.