That morning Kent had heard wild songs floating up from the river, and now he felt like shouting forth his own joy and exultation in song.

He wondered if he could hide the truth from the eyes of others, and especially from Kedsty if he came to see him.

It seemed that some glimmer of the hope blazing within him must surely reveal itself, no matter how he tried to hold it back.

He felt the vital forces of that hope more powerful within him now than in the hour when he had crept from the hospital window with freedom in his face.

For then he was not sure of himself.