"She is alive!" As if the wind had heard him, and was answering, there came more distinctly the sound close behind him.
_Thud! Thud! Thud!_ There was a silence, in which David closed his fingers tightly about the picture.

And then, more insistently: _Thud! Thud! Thud!_ He put the picture back into his pocket, and rose to his feet.
Mechanically he slipped on his coat.

He went to the door, opened it softly, and passed out into the night.

The moon was above him, like a great, white disc.

The sky burned with stars.