Bird-song grew softer; sleepy cries rose from the grasses and pools; the fire of the sun itself died out, leaving its radiance in a mingling of vivid rose and mellow gold over the edge of the world.

It was night and yet day, and Alan wondered what thoughts were in the heart of Mary Standish.

What had driven her to the Range was of small importance compared with the thrilling fact that she was just ahead of him.

The mystery of her would be explained tomorrow.

He was sure of that.