Then Hector moved away, stepping proudly.

Jeff was already in the saddle.
"Good-bye!" said Doris, looking back to him.

"Don't forget to come and see us!" She was gone.
Hugh Chesyl turned with the sun-rays dazzling him, and groped for his gun.
He found it, shouldered it, and strode away down the woodland path.

His face as he went was the face of a man suddenly awakened to the stress and the turmoil of life..