She followed him with confused emotions and once or twice her eyes filled with tears.

Her father had driven these stakes; she could imagine the thrill it gave him to feel that at length his faith and labor were justified.

His confidence had never wavered, although he had borne mockery and contempt and the gentle ridicule of his anxious wife.

Then, when the prize he toiled for was won and he went back to enjoy it, the river had swept him away.

But after all, love had conquered the angry flood, for he had left a clue that the rapid could not destroy.
Agatha thought Thirlwell understood something of her feelings, because he did not talk except when he showed her the posts.