Her eyes were like dark rock-violets and again he thought them the bluest and most fearless eyes he had ever seen.

She was less a child now, standing so close to him; her slimness made her appear taller than she was.

David knew that she was going to question him, and before she could speak he asked: "Why are you afraid of some one coming after you from the Nest, as you call it ?" "Because," she replied with quiet fearlessness, "I am running away from it." "Running away!" he gasped.

"How long...." "Two days." He understood now--her ragged moccasins, her frayed skirt, her tangled hair, the look of exhaustion about her.

It came upon him all at once that she was standing unsteadily, swaying slightly like the slender stem of a flower stirred by a breath of air, and that he had not noticed these things because of the steadiness and clearness of her wonderful eyes.