Not until reaching Winslow did she realize how near she was to her journey's end and that she would arrive at Flagstaff after dark.

She grew conscious of nervousness.

Suppose Flagstaff were like these other queer little towns! Not only once, but several times before the train slowed down for her destination did Carley wish she had sent Glenn word to meet her.

And when, presently, she found herself standing out in the dark, cold, windy night before a dim-lit railroad station she more than regretted her decision to surprise Glenn.

But that was too late and she must make the best of her poor judgment.
Men were passing to and fro on the platform, some of whom appeared to be very dark of skin and eye, and were probably Mexicans.