They, too, were going home: "back to the Brazos," said the woman affectionately; "and we're in a considerable hurry," she added, "because it's about time to get the corn in.

Jake lays out to plant fifty acres this year.

He says he can go to planting now with an easy conscience; he 'lows he has killed enough Mexicans to keep him quiet a spell." They talked a short time together, and then Antonia walked slowly into the deeper shadows of the wood.

She found a wide rock, under trees softly dimpling, pendulous, and tenderly green; and she sat down in the sweet gloom, to think of the beloved dead.

She had often longed for some quiet spot, where, alone with God and nature, she could, just for once, give to her sorrow and her love a free expression.
Now the opportunity seemed to be hers.