CHAPTER XXII.
FORGET THAT I LOVED YOU "The night for dreaming, but the morn for seeing." And so Ranald found it; for with the cold, calm light of the morning, he found himself facing his battle with small sense of victory in his blood.

He knew he had to deal that morning with the crisis of his life.

Upon the issue his whole future would turn, but his heart without haste or pause preserved its even beat.

The hour of indecision had passed.

He saw his way and he meant to walk it.