I seen him nount his horse an' ride away....

Now, girl, what hev you to say ?" Ellen could only say good-by and the word was so low as to be almost inaudible.

She ran to her burro.

She could not see very clearly through tear-blurred eyes, and her shaking fingers were all thumbs.

It seemed she had to rush away--somewhere, anywhere--not to get away from old John Sprague, but from herself--this palpitating, bursting self whose feet stumbled down the trail.