Shaking hands with the girl with only a friendly politeness in his glance, he felt a sudden eager, clinging clasp of her fingers.

It was like lightning, and gone like lightning, as was the look that flashed between them.

Somehow the girl instinctively felt the nature of the man, and in spirit flew to him for protection.

No one saw the swift look, and in it there was nothing which spoke of youth or heart, of the feeling of man for woman or woman for man; but only the longing for help on the girl's part, undefined as it was.

On the man's part there was a soul whose gift and duty were healing.