But--my--my heart is broken!" A little shocked silence ensued, then Carley found herself being led across the lower level and up the wide stairway.

As she mounted to the vast-domed cathedral-like chamber of the station a strange sensation pierced her with a pang.

Not the old thrill of leaving New York or returning! Nor was it the welcome sight of the hurrying, well-dressed throng of travelers and commuters, nor the stately beauty of the station.

Carley shut her eyes, and then she knew.

The dim light of vast space above, the looming gray walls, shadowy with tracery of figures, the lofty dome like the blue sky, brought back to her the walls of Oak Creek Canyon and the great caverns under the ramparts.