Men called him the "real American," and women conveyed a world of meaning in the simple, earnest expression--"I like Mr.Veath." Veath was now unmistakably in love with Grace Vernon.

The fact was borne in upon him more and more positively as the sunny days and beautiful nights drew them nearer to the journey's end.

Occasionally he lapsed into strange fits of dejection.

These came when he stopped to ponder over certain prospects, hopes and the stores of life.

At times he cursed the fate which had cast him into the world, big and strong, yet apparently helpless.