CHAPTER XXI.
GOD'S GOLD.
The troubled night passed.

The shepherd arose to see the sky above the eastern rim of the Hollow glowing with the first soft light of a new day.

Away over Compton Ridge one last, pale star hung, caught in the upper branches of a dead pine.

Not a leaf of the forest stirred.

In awe the man watched the miracle of the morning, as the glowing colors touched cloud after cloud, until the whole sky was aflame, and the star was gone.
Again he seemed to hear, faint and far away, the roar and surge of the troubled sea.