After all, he had only his subtle and intuitive assurance that matters would turn out well for her in the end.

To trust that now, when the shadow began to creep over his own daughter, seemed unwise--a juggling with chance.
"I'm beginnin' to feel that I couldn't let her marry that Buster Jack," soliloquized Wade, as he rode along the grassy trail.

"Fust off, seein' how strong was her sense of duty an' loyalty, I wasn't so set against it.

But somethin's growin' in me.

Her love for that crippled boy, now, an' his for her! Lord! they're so young an' life must be so hot an' love so sweet! I reckon that's why I couldn't let her marry Jack....