As he left the car he met Uncle Caspar, who was hurrying toward
his niece's section. A few moments later she came down the
steps, followed by the dignified old gentleman. Grenfall tingled
with a strange delight as she moved quite close to his side in
her desire to see. Once he glanced at her face; there was a
pretty look of fear in her eyes as she surveyed the massive bears
and the stark, stiff antelopes. But she laughed as she turned
away with her uncle.

Grenfall was smoking his cigarette and vigorously jingling the
coins in his pocket when the train pulled out. Then he swung on
the car steps and found himself at her feet. She was standing at
the top, where she had lingered a moment. There was an
expression of anxiety, in her eyes as he looked up into them,
followed instantly by one of relief. Then she passed into the
car. She had seen him swing upon the moving steps and had feared
for his safety--had shown in her glorious face that she was glad
he did not fall beneath the wheels. Doubtless she would have
been as solicitous had he been the porter or the brakeman, he
reasoned, but that she had noticed him at all pleased him.

At Abilene he bought the Kansas City newspapers. After breakfast
he found a seat in the observation car and settled himself to
read. Presently some one took a seat behind him. He did not
look back, but unconcernedly cast his eyes upon the broad mirror
in the opposite car wall. Instantly he forgot his paper. She
was sitting within five feet of him, a book in her lap, her gaze
bent briefly on the flitting buildings outside. He studied the
reflection furtively until she took up the book and began to read.
Up to this time he had wondered why some nonsensical idiot