No, she was there still! standing among the golden poplars, the sunlight falling all around her.

With all his boyhood's frenzy in his heart, he gazed at her till she turned and looked toward him.

A moment more, with his spurs into his horse's side, he crashed through the scrub and was at her side.
"You! you!" he cried, in the old cry.

"Marjorie! Marjorie!" Once more he had her in his arms.

Once more he was kissing her face, her eyes, her lips.