"So you must go." Dick nodded his head.
"Yes.

You see, the Road has not advanced since my father died.

It almost seems, mother, that it waits for me." He stayed that day and that night with Sybil, and in the morning both brought haggard faces to the breakfast table.

Sybil, indeed, had slept, but, with her memories crowding hard upon her, she had dreamed again one of those almost forgotten dreams which, in the time of her suspense, had so tortured her.

The old vague terror had seized upon her again.