Yes, it was he.

Pale, worn, and older he undoubtedly looked, but the features were surely those of Alfred Clarke.

Her heart gave a great bound and then seemed to stop beating while a very agony of joy surged over her and made her faint.

So he still lived.

That was her first thought, glad and joyous, and then memory returning, her face went white as with clenched teeth she wheeled Madcap and struck her with the switch.
Once on the level bluff she urged her toward the house at a furious pace.
Col.