Rising to his feet, he drew a deep breath of the glorious, sun-filled air.

With his back to the door, and looking away into the distance, he did not notice the woman who, stepping from the car at that moment, stood directly behind him, steadying herself by the brass railing in front of the window.

To their idly observing fellow passengers, the woman, too, appeared interested in the distant landscape.
She might have been looking at the only other occupant of the platform.
The passengers, from where they sat, could not have told.
As he stood there,--against the background of the primitive, many-colored landscape,--the young man might easily have attracted the attention of any one.

He would have attracted attention in a crowd.

Tall, with an athletic trimness of limb, a good breadth of shoulder, and a fine head poised with that natural, unconscious pride of the well-bred--he kept his feet on the unsteady platform of the car with that easy grace which marks only well-conditioned muscles, and is rarely seen save in those whose lives are sanely clean.
The Express had entered the yards at the summit station, and was gradually lessening its speed.