She had come through many a danger, and was it likely that the God in whom she trusted, who had guarded her so many times in her great peril, would desert her now in her dire need?
Would He not raise up help for her somewhere?
Perhaps another man as good as he, and as trustworthy as he had tried to be, would find her and help her.
But that thought was not pleasant.

He put it away impatiently.

It cut him.
Why had she talked so much about the lady?
The lady! Ah! How was it the lady came no more into his thoughts?
The memory of her haughty face no more quickened his heart-beats.

Was he fickle that he could lose what he had supposed was a lifelong passion in a few days?
The darkness was creeping on.

Where was Elizabeth?
Had she found a refuge for the night?
Or was she wandering on an unknown trail, hearing voices and oaths through the darkness, and seeing the gleaming of wild eyes low in the bushes ahead?
How could he have left her?
How could he?
He must go back even yet.