He had known her for but a few hours and yet in that time it seemed to him that he had lived longer than in all of the years that had gone before.

She had lied to him, had divulged only a part of her identity--and yet he knew that there were reasons for these things.
To-morrow night he would see her again, and then-- What would she tell him?
Whatever it was, it was to be a reward for his own love.

He knew that, by the half-fearing tremble of her voice, the sobbing catch of her breath, the soft glow in her eyes.

Impelled by that love, would she confide in him?
And then--would he go back into the South?
He laughed, softly, joyfully.
Yes, he would go back into the South--he would go to the other end of the earth, if she would go with him.

What was the building of this railroad now to that other great thing that had come into his life?
For the first time he saw duty in another light.