With the passing of the Governor and his train a sudden cure had been wrought, for now Haward's step was as firm and light as it had been before his fall.

The negro looked at him once or twice with a puzzled face, but made no comment and received no enlightenment.

Indeed, so difficult was their way that they were left but scant leisure for speech.

Moment by moment the darkness deepened, and once Haward's horse came to its knees, crashing down among the rocks and awakening every echo.
The way, if hard, was short.

The hills fell farther apart, the banks became low and broad, and fair in front, between two slender pines, shone out the great round moon.