To bring back that vision would be a task worth while was his thought.

With the first faint quiver of an eyelash the Harvester took a few steps and bent over a plant, and as he did so the Girl's eyes followed him.
He appeared so tall and strong, so bronzed by summer sun and wind, his face so keen and intense, that swift fear caught her heart.

Why was he there?
Why should he take so much trouble for her?
With difficulty she restrained herself from springing up and running away.

Turning with the plant in his hand the Harvester saw the panic in her eyes, and it troubled his heart.

For an instant he was bewildered, then he understood.
"I don't want you to work when you are not able," he said in his most matter-of-fact voice, "but if you still think that you are, I'll be very glad.