It was too real.

It made his eyes yearn for the sight of her with an ache that was physical.

And even at that moment, he saw, far ahead of them on the road, two figures standing in front of the brick house.

One was unmistakable at any distance.

It was that of old Fisbee; and the other was a girl's: a light, small figure without a hat, and the low, western sun dwelt on a head that shone with gold.