Even now I cannot forget how hungry I am." She did not answer, comprehending how useless it would be to explain, and a little ashamed of her own ill-defined fears, and thus they rode on in silence.

He did not notice that she glanced aside at him shyly, marking the outline of his clear-cut features, silhouetted against the far-off sky.

It was a manly face, strong, alive, full of character, the well-shaped head firmly poised, the broad shoulders squared in spite of the long night of weary exertion.

The depths of her eyes brightened with appreciation.
"I believe your story, Mr.Keith," she said at last softly.
"My story ?" questioningly, and turning instantly toward her.
"Yes; all that you have told me about what happened." "Oh; I had almost forgotten having told it, but I never felt any doubt but what you would believe.

I don't think I could lie to you." It was no compliment, but spoken with such evident honesty that her eyes met his with frankness.
"There could be no necessity; only I wanted you to know that I trust you, and am grateful." She extended her hand this time, and he took it within his own, holding it firmly, yet without knowing what to answer.