till
late. She told him that she had her friends with her, and he even
caught a gay little echo of their chatter.

It occurred to him that he had eaten nothing since morning, and as the
train cleared the river and raced southward on its long flight, he
ordered food. But he scarcely tasted it. No food could appease the
hunger of his mind, the starvation of a lifetime, which the canon's
message prefigured. His ugly thoughts kept pace with the roaring
monster which bore him; but, unlike the monster, he made no real
progress; spun vainly, rather, like a top. After all, what was he,
what was human striving everywhere, but a vainly spinning top. He
dozed over his drear philosophy, and from dozing slept.

He woke as the train swung at Spuyten Duyvil from the valley of the
Hudson to the valley of the Harlem, freshened his face with cold water,
and stepped from the car at his journey's end clear-eyed and alert.
Beyond the iron barrier of the train shed stood North.

Shelby caught his hand.

"Well?"

"It is well."

"Where is she?"

"Waiting at the hotel--waiting for the word you could not send."

They made an intensely quiet islet amidst the buffeting human tide.
The governor's face was drawn, and in the electric glare looked pasty
white.

"That is why you sent for me?" he asked.

"That is why. Believe me, it was necessary."

"I believe you," Shelby answered slowly. "Tell me what you have done."

"It's a short story. About five o'clock I passed them. Their train
was at a standstill, mine was running slowly because of a washout. I
saw your wife at a window. Then we made an unexpected stop near a
station, and I left my train for theirs."

"Then?"

"That's all. I think neither was sorry to see me. I came at the
reaction--the psychological moment."

Shelby thought North wished to spare him the recital, which was true in
a measure. Yet the canon's reticence had its taproot in the natural
man who perforce did his strong deeds simply.

"Good night," he added cheerily, putting out his hand. "I find that I
can get a train back soon."

CHAPTER IX

A few minutes before eleven o'clock Shelby and his wife got out of a
carriage at a west-side ferry. With North's assurance that her husband
was surely coming, Cora's thoughts turned to the conventions which in the
morning she had blithely whistled down the wind. It happened that a
friend in the Jersey suburbs had within the week suggested that they