"Perhaps you would go with me there ?" "What trail is that ?" "It leads to mines up the canon, my own included, but is not greatly travelled; the main trail is farther east." She walked to the edge of the bridge, and permitted him to assist her down the steep bank.

There was something of reserve about her manner, which prevented Westcott from feeling altogether at ease.

In his own mind he began once more to question her purpose, to doubt the sincerity of her intentions.

She appeared different from the frankly outspoken girl of the night before.

Neither broke the silence between them until they reached the flat boulder and had found seats in the shelter of overhanging trees.