She drew aside the curtain and looked out, shading her eyes to see clearer through the poor glass.

All she perceived was a somewhat deeper smudge when the rider swept rapidly past, horse and man a shapeless shadow.
Three hours later she awoke again, this time to the full glare of day, and to the remembrance that she was now facing a new life.

As she lay there thinking, her eyes troubled but tearless, far away on the sun-kissed uplands Hampton was spurring forward his horse, already beginning to exhibit signs of weariness.

Bent slightly over the saddle pommel, his eyes upon these snow-capped peaks still showing blurred and distant, he rode steadily on, the only moving object amid all that wide, desolate landscape.
_PART II_ WHAT OCCURRED IN GLENCAID.