At last he had found her.
Uncertainty was over.

If ever a girl needed a home and care he thought she did.

He was so jubilant that he felt like crying aloud, shouting for joy, but by and by the years of sober repression made their weight felt, so he climbed into the wagon and politely requested Betsy to make her best time to Onabasha.

Betsy had been asked to make haste so frequently of late that she at first almost doubted the sanity of her master, the law of whose life, until recently, had been to take his time.

Now he appeared to be in haste every day.