The eyes and the quivering lips and the lingering hand-clasp told the rest.

A sudden light broke in on Ruth.

Her father's quiet words, and his rescuer's direct answer came as a revelation.

Jack, then, did want to be thanked! Yes, but not by her! Why was it?
Why had he not understood?
And why had he made her suffer, and what had she done to deserve it?
If Jack suspected any of these heartaches and misgivings, no one would have surmised it.

He came and went as usual, passing an hour in the morning and an hour at night with his Chief, until he had entirely recovered his strength--bringing with him the records of the work; the number of feet drilled in a day; cost of maintenance; cubic contents of dump; extent and slope and angles of "fill"-- all the matters which since his promotion (Jack now had Bolton's place) came under his immediate supervision.