He is down there--dead.

And I am glad that he is dead!" "And if he was not dead," said Aldous quietly, "I would kill him!" He could find nothing more to say than that.

He dared trust himself no further, and in silence he held out his hands, and for a moment Joanne gave him her own.

Then she withdrew them, and with a little gesture, and the smile which he loved to see trembling about her mouth, she said: "Donald will think this is scandalous.

We must go back and apologize!" She led him down the slope, and her face was filled with the pink flush of a wild rose when she ran up to Donald, and asked him to help her into her saddle.