It shrieked in triumph as it came.

It was the daily train from the East, arriving at the Sagalac River.
"These things must be," he said aloud as he looked.

While he lost himself again in reminiscence, a young man came driving across the plains, passing beneath where he stood.

The young man's face and figure suggested power.

In his buggy was a fishing-rod.
His hat was pulled down over his eyes, but he was humming cheerfully to himself.