It can't do her no manner o' good now.

It's all--all over with, an' you ain't helpin' her none a-settin' thar that way." The smitten man drew a deep breath, glancing up into the kindly, seamed face bending over him, and about at the surrounding darkness.

He acted like one suddenly aroused from sleep, unable to comprehend his situation.

Slowly, with all the tenderness of love, he crumpled his old hat into the semblance of a pillow, placed it upon the rock, and lowered the girl's head until it rested softly upon it.

Gently he passed his great hand in caress across the ruffled black hair, pressing it back from her forehead.