The man, she admitted, had done no more than was warranted, but there was no disguising the fact that his supporting grasp had had a disconcerting effect on her.

Then she dismissed the thoughts of that, and remembered with compassion how lean and worn he looked.

There was also something that stirred her sympathy in the idea of his saddling himself with the care of a helpless comrade who had no real claim on him, though that was, she decided, after all, the kind of thing one would expect from him.

Then, recognizing that this was admitting a good deal, she endeavored to interest herself in what Mrs.Kinnaird was saying.
It was late at night when the train stopped again, and Weston did not know that when he and his companions alighted at a little desolate station among the ranges, the blind of one window in the big sleeper was drawn aside.

In a few moments the train went on, but Ida Stirling did not sleep for some time afterward.