THE JOURNEY'S END Sara stirred a little and opened her eyes.

Deep within herself she was ashamed of those brief moments of assumed unconsciousness--those moments which had shown her a strong man's soul stripped naked of all pride and subterfuge--his heart and soul as he alone knew them.
But, none the less, she felt gloriously happy.

Nothing could ever hurt her badly again.

Garth loved her! Since, for some reason, he himself would never have drawn aside the veil and let her know the truth, she was glad--glad that she had peered unbidden through the rent which the stress of the moment had torn in his iron self-command and reticence.

Just as she had revealed herself to him on the island, in a moment of equal strain, so he had now revealed himself to her, and they were quits.
"I'm all right," she announced, struggling into a sitting position.