guarded jealously by its owner, who gazed sourly upon all men with
the forbidding eye of suspicion. Finding an eddy in the confusion,
the men stopped.

"Where do you want to go?" they asked Miss Chester.

There was no longer in Glenister's glance that freedom with which
he had come to regard the women of the North. He had come to
realize dully that here was a girl driven by some strong purpose
into a position repellent to her. In a man of his type, her
independence awoke only admiration and her coldness served but to
inflame him the more. Delicacy, in Glenister, was lost in a
remarkable singleness of purpose. He could laugh at her loathing,
smile under her abuse, and remain utterly ignorant that anything
more than his action in seizing her that night lay at the bottom
of her dislike. He did not dream that he possessed characteristics
abhorrent to her; and he felt a keen reluctance at parting.

She extended both hands.

"I can never thank you enough for what you have done--you two; but
I shall try. Good-bye!"

Dextry gazed doubtfully at his own hand, rough and gnarly, then
taking hers as he would have handled a robin's egg, waggled it
limply.

"We ain't goin' to turn you adrift this-a-way. Whatever your
destination is, we'll see you to it."