"But you might not find the trail," she said.

"The ravine would lead you to Graham's homestead." "Still," said Winston slowly, "I am going to the Grange." Then Maud Barrington remembered, and glanced aside from him.

It was evident this man thought of everything, and she made no answer when Winston, who thrust more billets into the stove, turned to her with a little smile.
"I think we need remember nothing when we meet again, beyond the fact that you will give me a chance of showing that the Lance Courthorne whose fame you know has ceased to exist." Then he went out, and the girl stood with flushed cheeks looking down at the furs he had left behind him..