"Oh, Dare! I'm _so_ glad to see you home." Tears were standing in her clear blue eyes.

"You're changed, but--not--not so much as Blair." Lane responded as best he could, and presently he found himself standing at the curb, watching the car move away.
"Come out to-morrow," called back Blair.
The Maynard's car was carrying his comrades away.

His first feeling was one of gladness--the next of relief.

He could be alone now--alone to find out what had happened to him, and to this strange Middleville.
An old negro wearing a blue uniform accosted Lane, shook hands with him, asked him if he had any baggage.

"Yas sir, I sho knowed you, Mistah Dare Lane.