She was not, however, prepared to see Jesse Bulrush drive up with a buggy after breakfast and take Crozier away.

When she did see them at the gate the impulse came to cry out to Crozier; what to say she did not know, but still to cry out.

The cry on her lips was that which she had seen in the newspaper the day before, the cry of the shipwrecked seafarers, the signal of the wireless telegraphy, "S.

O.S."-- the piteous call, "Save Our Souls!" It sprang to her lips, but it got no farther except in an unconscious whisper.

On the instant she felt so weak and shaken and lonely that she wanted to lean upon some one stronger than herself; as she used to lean against her father, while he sat with one arm round her studying his railway problems.