And with the exhilaration, physical and mental, that stole upon her, there mingled secretly, the first thrill of passion she had ever known.

Anderson sat beside her, once more silent after his burst of talk.

She was vividly conscious of him--of his bare curly head--of certain lines of fatigue and suffering in the bronzed face.

And it was conveyed to her that, although he was clearly preoccupied and sad, he was yet conscious of her in the same way.

Once, as they were passing the highest bridge of all, where, carried on a great steel arch, that has replaced the older trestles, the rails run naked and gleaming, without the smallest shred of wall or parapet, across a gash in the mountain up which they were creeping, and at a terrific height above the valley, Elizabeth, who was sitting with her back to the engine, bent suddenly to one side, leaning over the little railing and looking ahead--that she might if possible get a clearer sight of Mount Macdonald, the giant at whose feet lies Roger's Pass.
Suddenly, as her weight pressed against the ironwork where only that morning a fastening had been mended, she felt a grip on her arm.