"Good-night--good-night!" "Good-night," she answered, and moved with him to the door.

Standing there, she watched him through the hail and out of the house, then turned and, going to the window, pressed her brow against the pane and watched him down the street.

The night had cleared; there was a high wind and many stars.
In Rand's dining-room the three men sat late over the wine and the questions that had brought them together, but at last the conference was somewhat stormily over.

Burr and Adam Gaudylock left the house together, the hunter volunteering to guide the stranger to his inn.

It was midnight, and Colonel Burr did not see his hostess.