As he saw her so close, his lips drew apart, and his breath came deeply, but he did not speak.

He merely stood and looked at her, and looked; and she gazed at him as if fascinated, but uncomprehending.
"Ruth!" The call came roaring up the hill.

The Girl shivered and became paler.
"Is that your uncle ?" asked the Harvester.
She nodded.
"Will you come to-morrow for your drawing materials ?" "Yes." "Will you try to believe that there is absolutely nothing, either underfoot or overhead, that will harm you ?" "Yes." "Will you try to think that I am not a menace to public safety, and that I would do much to help you, merely because I would be glad to be of service ?" "Yes." "Will you try to cultivate the idea that there is nothing in all this world that would hurt you purposely ?" "Ruth!" came a splitting scream in gruff man-tones, keyed in deep anger.
"That SOUNDS like it!" said the Girl, and catching up her skirts she ran through the woods, taking a different route toward the house.
The Harvester sat on the log and tried to think; but there are times when the numbed brain refuses to work, so he really sat and suffered.
Belshazzar whimpered and licked his hands, and at last the man arose and went with the dog to the wagon.

As they came through Onabasha, Betsy turned at the hospital corner, but the Harvester pulled her around and drove toward the country.

Not until they crossed the railroad did he lift his head and then he drew a deep breath as if starved for pure air and spoke.