Without knowing why, she tore off the wedding ring which until then she had forgotten, and flung it out among the treetops.

A few minutes, and she dried her eyes and stood up.

The two horsemen were leaving the landscape at the point at which they had entered it.

The girl would not have known, would have been frightened by, her own face had she seen it as she watched them go out of her sight--out of her life.

She did not understand herself, for she was at that age when one is no more conscious of the forces locked up within his unexplored and untested character than the dynamite cartridge is of its secrets of power and terror..