Hope you know how he does it!--I don't." Anderson laughed as he sat down beside Elizabeth, and the train began to move.
"We seem to send you the right men!" she said, smiling--with a little English conceit that became her.
The train left the station.

As it did so, an old man in the first emigrant car, who, during the wait at Regina, had appeared to be asleep in a corner, with a battered slouch hat drawn down over his eyes and face, stealthily moved to the window, and looked back upon the now empty platform.
Some hours later Anderson was still sitting beside Elizabeth.

They were in Southern Alberta.

The June day had darkened.

And for the first time Elizabeth felt the chill and loneliness of the prairies, where as yet she had only felt their exhilaration.