She heard it, but the swish of the trees lining the gorge was in her straining ears and half drowned its sullen sound.  With feelings impossible to describe, she tossed up her arms to the skies, where a single brilliant star was looking through the mass of quickly flying, quickly disintegrating clouds.  Then she sought again the safety of the guiding rail, and clinging desperately to it, took one more step and stopped with a smothered shriek.  The rail had snapped under her hand and had gone tumbling down into the abyss.  She heard it as it struck, or thought she did, and for a moment stood breathless and fearing to move, the world and all it held vanishing in semi-unconsciousness from heart and mind.  What was she but a trembling atom floating in an unknown void on the fathomless sea of eternity!  Then, as her mind steadied, she began to feel once more the boards under her feet, and to hear the smiting together of the great limbs wrestling in the depths of the forest.  She even caught such a homely sound as the violent slamming of the door she had left unlatched behind her; and summoning up all her courage, which was not small when she was released from her first surprise, she stepped firmly backward till she felt the rail strong again under her clutch.  Then she turned resolutely and retraced her steps along the bridge and so across the plateau to the house whose light had acted as a beacon to her whenever the door blew wide enough to let the one inner beam be seen.

When she was inside again, she lingered for a long time in the darkening hall, her slight form and whitened head leaning against the wall in a desolation such as few hearts know.  Then something within the woman flared up in a rekindled flame, and she passed quickly into the room where she had left her lamp burning; and blowing it out, she threw herself down on a couch and tried to sleep.

An hour later the moon shone in upon her pale features and wild, staring eyes upturned to meet it.  Then it vanished, and she and the whole house were given up again to darkness.

She had forgotten to eat, though the cupboards, in this well-stored house, were quite full.

XXVI

THE FACE IN THE WINDOW

“Is this the place?”

“According to our instructions, yes.  The first house after the first turn to the right.  We took the first turn, and this is the first house.  Romantic situation, eh?  But a bit lonesome for a city chap?  Shall I help you down?”

While talking, Sweetwater, who was already in the road, held up his elbow to Mr. Gryce, who slowly descended.  It was early morning, and the glory of sunshine was everywhere misleading the eye from the ravages of the night before; yet neither of these two men wore an air in keeping with the freshness of renewed life and the joyous aspect of exultant nature.  There seemed to be an oppression upon them both—­a hesitation not common to either, and to all appearance without cause.