CONCLUSION As he crawled slowly back to life and clear thinking, Harold's wild heart was filled with a peace and serenity of emotion such as it had not known since childhood.

He was like a boy in a careless dream, forecasting nothing, remembering nothing, content to see Mary come and go about the room, glad of the sound of her skirts, thrilling under the gentle pressure of her hand.
She, on her part, could not realize any part of his dark fame as she smiled down into his big yellow-brown eyes which were as pathetic and wistful as those of a gentle animal.
Mrs.Raimon spoke of this.

"I saw 'Black Mose' as he stood in the streets of Wagon Wheel, the most famous dead-shot in the State.

I can't realize that this is the same man.

He's gentle as a babe now; he was as terrible and as beautiful as a tiger then." Reynolds sent fifty dollars with an apology for the delay and Mr.Excell offered his slender purse, but Mrs.Raimon said: "I'll attend to this matter of expense.