Thank you....

Good-night." "Good-night," said Duane in a low voice.
He returned to the house late that night, and found a letter from Geraldine awaiting him; the first in three days.

Seated at the library table he opened the letter and saw at once that the red-pencilled cross at the top was missing.
Minutes passed; the first line blurred under his vacant gaze, for his eyes travelled no farther.

Then the letter fell to the table; he dropped his head in his arms.
It was a curiously calm letter when he found courage to read it: "I've lost a battle after many victories.

It went against me after a hard fight here alone at Roya-Neh.