With apology he cast the waterproof over Molly's shoulders, since she now had discarded her blankets.

He led the way, his horse following them.
They walked in silence in the deep twilight which began to creep across the blackened land.

All through the storm he had scarcely spoken to her, and he spoke but rarely now.

He was no more than guide.

But as she approached safety Molly Wingate began to reflect how much she really owed this man.