Tell him to go--go!" She turned again, and Nathaniel stood like a statue, hardly breathing, until the sound of her feet had died away.

Then he walked swiftly up the foot-path that led to Obadiah's.

He forgot his own danger in the excitement that pulsated with every fiber of his being, forgot his old caution and the fears that gave birth to it--forgot everything in those moments but Marion and his own great happiness.

Neil's absence meant nothing to him now.

He had held Marion in his arms, he had told her of his love, and though she had accepted it with gentle unresponsiveness he was thrilled by the memory of that last look in her eyes, which had spoken faith, confidence, and perhaps even more.