But he blamed it all on the queer premonition that had taken possession of his senses.

It was not Okar that looked strange, nor the men, it was himself.
He went to the bank building and entered the rear door, clumping heavily up the stairs, for he felt a heavy depression.

When he opened the door at the top of the stairs night had come.

A kerosene lamp on a table in the room blinded him for an instant, and he stood, blinking at it.
When his eyes grew accustomed to the glare he saw Peggy Nyland sitting up in bed, looking at him.
She did not say anything, but continued to look at him.

There was wonder in her eyes, and Dale saw it.