And even as she prayed there came to her--whence she knew not--the conviction that somewhere--probably not more than a couple of miles from her though the darkness made the distance seem immeasurable--Scott was praying too.

That thought had a wonderfully comforting effect upon her.

His prayer was so much more likely to be answered than hers.

He was just the sort of man who would know how to pray.
"How I wish he were here!" she whispered piteously into the darkness.

"I shouldn't be afraid of dying--if only he were here." She was certain--quite certain--that had he been there with her, no fear would have reached her.