Owing to the place Hugh had taken at one side of the run, Grace, at first, did not perceive him.

Anxiety, almost fright, showed in her face; there passed through her a thrill of consternation at the thought that perhaps he had not received her telegram.

The tense figure clasped the travelling-bag convulsively, and her brown eyes flashed a look of alarm over the waiting throng.

Another moment and their gaze met; a voice ringing with happiness assailed her; her heart throbbed again, and the blood rushed back to her troubled face.
Hugh started forward.
"Hello, old man!" came suddenly from out of the crowd, and two heavy bags plunked down on the floor; two strong hands grabbed Hugh by the shoulders and their owner cried out boisterously: "What in the name of all the gods are you doing here in New York ?" Hugh's heart was in his mouth.

His blood froze within him.