This meeting would be momentous and she felt no absolute surety of herself.
Manifestly he was surprised to hear her call, and, dropping his sack and implement, he hurried across the tilled ground, sending up puffs of dust.

He vaulted the rude fence of poles, and upon sight of her called out lustily.

How big and virile he looked! Yet he was gaunt and strained.

It struck Carley that he had not looked so upon her arrival at Oak Creek.

Had she worried him?
The query gave her a pang.
"Sir Tiller of the Fields," said Carley, gayly, "see, your dinner! I brought it and I am going to share it." "You old darling!" he replied, and gave her an embrace that left her cheek moist with the sweat of his.