But I suppose it's all in my d--d day's work! Good-night! Forward there! Get!" The two torches danced forwards, with the trailing off of vague shadows in dim procession; there was a clatter over the rocks and they were gone.

Then, as Preble Key gazed after them, he felt that with them had passed the only shadow that lay upon his great fortune; and with the last tenant of the hollow a proscribed outlaw and fugitive, he was henceforth forever safe in his claim and his discovery.

And yet, oddly enough, at that moment, as he turned away, for the first time in three weeks there passed before his fancy with a stirring of reproach a vision of the face that he had seen at the window..