You will!--I see it in your sweet face--such a face as I have seen in my dreams.

I see it in your eyes, Miss Mary!--you will take my boy!" The last red beam crept higher, suffused Miss Mary's eyes with something of its glory, flickered, and faded, and went out.

The sun had set on Red Gulch.

In the twilight and silence Miss Mary's voice sounded pleasantly.
"I will take the boy.

Send him to me tonight." The happy mother raised the hem of Miss Mary's skirts to her lips.