Her heart was full of a
wild, new-born hope. But fear held her, too. At last she moved. She
withdrew herself gently but swiftly. Then she stood up, a picture of
dapper womanhood in the white shirt-waist and loose riding breeches
which the coat spread over the man's body should have held concealed.
A moment later the darkness swallowed her up as she sped down the trail
which passed near by.
With her going there crept into the man's vacant eyes the first real
sign of life.
Five minutes later the girl was back at his side. But she had not
returned alone. Bud was with her, and together they bent over the
prostrate form. The girl was kneeling. She had gently taken
possession of one of the bandaged hands lying inert at the man's side.
Tenderly enough she held it between her own soft palms and chafed it,
while her shining eyes, yielding all the secrets of her devoted heart,
gazed yearningly down into his.
"Jeff!" she murmured, in a low, eager tone. "Jeff!"
There was no response. The eyes were fixed and staring.
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