But, safe on the station platform, he watched the one window he cared
for with misty eyes, while Sara on its other side felt that the last of
home was leaving her, while before her stretched only a strange,
untried, uncertain future.




CHAPTER XIII.

FROM KILLAMET TO DARTMOOR.


The train started with a shriek, faintly echoed by excited Molly, the
bells clanged, belated men swung themselves up to the rear platform,
there was the quick panting of impatient haste through the monster's
whole length, till the jerks settled into a contented glide, and Molly's
distressed puckers broadened into a smile of delight.

"It's like flying!" she gasped, turning from her intent gaze out of the
window. "Everything's flying, only the trees and fences all go the other
way. I tell you I like it!"

Dartmoor was about a three hours' ride distant, so it was not yet dark
when they reached there, and were met by Madame Grandet, who had been in
the college town with her husband for a fortnight. How good it was to
see her charming face again! Sara felt the stricture of forlornness and
fear about her heart loosen suddenly at sight of her.

"Here are you all then, quite safe and well!" she said merrily, as she