quickly. He saw the sudden throbbing of her throat. A flush of
colour had mounted into her cheeks. Her lips were parted, her eyes
shone like stars.

"You would do a great deal for me?" she questioned breathlessly.
"A great deal--and like--A MAN?"

"Yes."

"A MAN--one of God's men?" she repeated.

He bowed his head.

Slowly, so slowly that she scarcely seemed to move, she drew
nearer to him.

"And when you had done this you would be willing to go away, to
promise never to see me again, to ask no reward? You would swear
that?"

Her hand touched his arm. Her breath came tense and fast as she
waited for him to answer. "If you wished it, yes," he said.

"I almost believe," he heard, as if she were speaking the words to
herself. She turned to him again, and something of faith, of hope
transfigured her face.

"Return to your fire and your prunes," she said quickly, and the
sunlight of a smile passed over her lips. "Then, half an hour from
now, come up the coulee to the turn in the rocks. You will find me