very slowly
we go when I measure with my thoughts the swiftness. In my thoughts we
should fly--fly!"

"It will be only three days to Chicago from here, and then one night
at a hotel to rest and clean up, and the next day we are there--in
Leauvite--think of it! We're an hour late by the schedule, so better
think of something else. We'll reach an eating station soon. Get
ready, for there will be a rush, and we'll not have a chance for a
good meal again for no one knows how long. Maybe you're not hungry,
but I could eat a mule. I like this, do you know, traveling in
comfort! To think of me--going home to save Peter's bank!" He chuckled
to himself a moment; then resumed: "And that's equivalent to saving
the man's life. Well, it's a poor way for a man to go through life,
able to see no way but his own way. It narrows his vision and shortens
his reach--for, see, let him find his way closed to him, and whoop!
he's at an end."

Again Larry sat and watched her, as he silently chuckled over his
present situation. Again he reached out and patted her hand, and again
she smiled at him, but he knew where her thoughts were. Harry King had
been gone but a short time when Madam Manovska, in spite of Amalia's
watchfulness, wandered away for the last time. On this occasion she
did not go toward the fall, but went along the trail toward the plains
below. It was nearly evening when she eluded Amalia and left the
cabin. Frantically they searched for her all night, riding through the
darkness, carrying torches and calling in all directions, as far as
they supposed her feet could have carried her, but did not find her
until early morning, lying peacefully under a little scrub pine, far
down the trail. By her side lay her husband's worn coat, with the
lining torn away, and a small heap of ashes and charred papers. She
had been destroying the documents he had guarded so long. She would
not leave them to witness against him. Tenderly they took her up and
carried her back to the cabin and laid her in her bunk, but she only
babbled of "Paul," telling happily that she had seen him, and that he
was coming up the trail after her, and that now they would live on the
mountain in peace and go no more to Poland--and quickly after that she
dropped to sleep again and never woke. She was with "Paul" at last.
Then Amalia dressed her in the black silk Larry had brought her, and
they carried her down the trail and laid her in a grave beside that of
her husba