Only a few paces behind him, blinded and staggering, but following like a beaten and wounded animal, Teresa, halted, knelt, clasped her hands, and dumbly held them out before her.
"Teresa!" he cried again, and sprang to her side.
She caught him by the knees, and lifted her face imploringly to his.
"Say that again!" she cried, passionately.

"Tell me it was Teresa you called, and no other! You have come back for me! You would not let me die here alone!" He lifted her tenderly in his arms, and cast a rapid glance around him.

It might have been his fancy, but there seemed a dull glow in the direction he had come.
"You do not speak!" she said.

"Tell me! You did not come here to seek her ?" "Whom ?" he said quickly.
"Nellie!" With a sharp cry he let her slip to the ground.

All the pent-up agony, rage, and mortification of the last hour broke from him in that inarticulate outburst.