"You must go, now, Clarence.

Quick! Remember what I said,--and don't breathe a word of this.

Good-by." But Clarence was standing still, breathless, hopelessly disturbed, and irresolute.

Then he turned away mechanically towards the trail.
"Well, Clarence ?" She was looking at him half reproachfully, half coquettishly, with smiling, parted lips.

He hastened to forget himself and his troubles upon them twice and thrice.