Now, perhaps, more than ever, all his great skill was put forth. For
he had listened to the complete, if halting, story of the man's wife,
and shared with her the conviction of treachery. For the time, at
least, all consideration for the woman was thrust aside. He offered no
words of blame. His concern was simply the succor of his friend.
Nan was ready to follow him whithersoever he led. She was ready to
obey his lightest command, for she understood his skill. She had no
thought for anything but the man she loved. No possibilities of
mischance, no threat to herself could find place in her thought. For
her Jeff's well-being was her single concern.
Elvine rode beside her, step for step. She had told her story as they
rode. After that silence between them prevailed. It was a silence
fraught with an emotion too deep for any words. A fierce jealousy
mingled with her passionate longing. Her world was empty of all but
two figures. The man she loved, and the girl who had confessed her
love with all the strength of a great, simple courage.
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