She extended both hands.
"You will forgive me?
Truly, this barrier has not been raised by me." He bowed low, until his lips pressed the white fingers, but before he could master himself to utter a word in reply, a distant voice called his name, and both glanced hastily around.
"That cry came from the valley," he said.

"I left my horse tied there.
I will go and learn what it means." She followed him part of the way through the labyrinth of underbrush, hardly knowing why she did so.

He stood alone upon the summit of the high bluff whence he could look across the stream.

Miss Spencer stood below waving her parasol frantically, and even as he gazed at her, his ears caught the sound of heavy firing down the valley..