The man
with the rifle had disappeared as completely as if he had never
been there, and there was not one chance in a hundred of hunting
him out, in all that rough jumble.
When he was turning back at last toward Hartley, he saw Rachel
for a moment standing out against the deep blue of the sky, upon
the very rim of the bluff. He waved a hand to her, but she gave
no sign; only, for some reason, he felt that she was watching him
ride away, and he had a brief, vagrant memory of the wistfulness
he had seen in her eyes.
On the heels of that came a vision of Evadna swinging in the
hammock which hung between the two locust trees, and he longed
unutterably to be with her there. He would be, he promised
himself, within the next hour or so, and set his pace in
accordance with his desire, resolved to make short work of his
investigations in Hartley and his discussion of late events with
Miss Georgie.
He had not, it seemed to him, had more than two minutes with
Evadna since that evening of rapturous memory when they rode home
together from the Malad, and afterward sat upon the stone bench
at the head of the pond, whispering together so softly that they
did not even disturb the frogs among the lily-pads within ten
feet of them.
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