Only when her face was turned from him did he dare surrender himself at all to the emotions which had transformed his soul.

From behind he could look at her, and worship without fear of discovery.

Every movement of her slender, graceful body gave him a new and exquisite thrill; every dancing light and every darkening shadow in her shimmering hair added to the joy that no fear or apprehension could overwhelm within him now.

Only in those wonderful moments, when her presence was so near, and yet her eyes did not see him, could he submerge himself completely in the thought of what she had become to him and of what she meant to him.
During the first hour of their climb over the break that led into the valley beyond they had but little opportunity for conversation.

The trail was an abandoned Indian path, narrow, and in places extremely steep.