Both hands flew to cover her face.
And as she swayed forward she shook violently, and there escaped her lips a little, muffled sound.
"Why--Collie!" cried Moore, astounded.

"Good Heavens! Don't cry! I--I didn't mean anything.

I only wanted to feel you--touch your hand." "Here," she answered, blindly holding out her hand, groping for his till she found it.

Her other was still pressed to her eyes.

One moment longer would Columbine keep her secret--hide her eyes--revel in the unutterable joy and sadness of this crisis that could come to a woman only once.
"What in the world ?" ejaculated the cowboy, now bewildered.