watching them from the car windows.

"And I have nothing to give you," he said to her in a low tone, deeply
moved at what she had done.

"Will you let me have the little book?" she asked shyly.

His eyes lit with a kind of glory as he felt in his pocket for his
Bible.

"It is the best thing I own," he said. "May it bring you the same joy
and comfort it has often brought to me." And he put the little book in
her hand.

The train backed crashing up and jarred into the private car with a
snarling, grating sound. Brownleigh put Hazel on the steps and helped
her up. Her father was hurrying towards them and some train hands were
making a great fuss shouting directions. There was just an instant for a
hand-clasp, and then he stepped back to the platform, and her father
swung himself on, as the train moved off. She stood on the top step of
the car, her eyes upon his face, and his upon hers, his hat lifted in
homage, and renunciation upon his brow as though it were a crown.

It was the voice of her Aunt Maria that recalled her to herself, while
the little station with its primitive setting, its straggling onlookers
and its one great man, slipped past and was blurred into the landscape
by the tears which she could not keep back.

"Hazel! For pity's sake! Don't stand mooning and gazing at that rude
creature any longer. We'll have you falling off the train and being
dramatically rescued again for the delectation of the natives. I'm sure
you've made disturbance enough for one trip, and you'd better come in
and try to make amends to poor Mr. Hamar for what you have made him
suffer with your foolish persistence in going off on a wild western pony
that ran away. You haven't spoken to Mr. Hamar yet. Perhaps you don't
know that he risked his life for you trying to catch your horse and was
thrown and kicked in the face by his own wretched little beast, and left
lying unconscious for hours on the desert, until an Indian came along
and picked him up and helped him back to the station." (As a matter of
fact Milton Hamar had planned and enacted this touching drama with the
help of a passing Indian, when he found that Hazel was gone, leaving an
ugly whip mark on his cheek which must be explained to the family.) "He
may bear that dreadful scar for life! He will think you an ungrateful
girl if you don't go at once and make your apologies."

For answer Hazel, surreptitiously brushing away the tears, swept past
her aunt and locked hersel