As she glimpsed me she stretched out her hand.

Drake, wide awake on the instant, leaped to his feet, his hand jumping to his pistol.
"Dick!" called Ruth, her voice tremulous, sweet.
He swung about, looked deep into the clear and fearless brown eyes in which--with leaping heart I realized it--was throned only that spirit which was Ruth's and Ruth's alone; Ruth's clear unshadowed eyes glad and shy and soft with love.
"Dick!" she whispered, and held soft arms out to him.

The cloak fell from her.

He swung her up.

Their lips met.
Upon them, embraced, the wakening eyes of Ventnor dwelt; they filled with relief and joy, nor was there lacking in them a certain amusement.
She drew from Drake's arms, pushed him from her, stood for a moment shakily, with covered eyes.
"Ruth," called Ventnor softly.
"Oh!" she cried.