He could reach home and spend the day with his mother, but there would be considerable expense, and he felt as if he must be on the ground so that at the soonest possible moment he could continue on the trail which he had found.

The pleasure of the home Christmas must this time be sacrificed, for was not he in very deed going into the mountains to seek that which was lost.
The storm ceased toward evening, but the postman would not make a start until next morning.

Dorian joined him then, and mounted beside him.

The sky was not clear, the clouds only breaking and drifting about as if in doubt whether to go or to stay.

The road was heavy, and it was all the two horses could do to draw the light wagon with its small load.