It will be good for both of us." Rudolph crossed silently, and stood leaning on the gunwale beside her.
"I thought only," he answered, "how much the hills looked so--as a dragon." "How strange." The trembling phosphorus half-revealed her face, pale and still.

"I was thinking of that, in a way.

It reminded me of what he said, once--when we were walking together." To their great relief, they found themselves talking of Heywood, sadly, but freely, and as it were in a sudden calm.

Their friendship seemed, for the moment, a thing as long established as the dragon hills.

Years afterward, Rudolph recalled her words, plainer than the fiery wonder that spread and burst round their little vessel, or the long play of heat-lightning which now, from time to time, wavered instantly along the eastern sea-line.
"You are right," she declared once.