But when the buggy, with Tim driving,
had passed down the lane, behind the curtain of the spare room the
girl stood looking through the crack beside the blind, with both
hands pressed upon her bosom, her breath coming in sobs, her blue lips
murmuring brokenly, "Good-by, good-by! Oh, why did you come at all? But,
oh, I'm glad you came! God help me, I'm glad you came!" Then, when the
buggy had turned down the side lane and out of sight, she knelt beside
the bed and kissed, again and again, with tender, reverent kisses, the
pillow where his head had lain.
BOOK THREE
CHAPTER I
THE CAMP BY THE GAP
On the foot-hills' side of The Gap, on a grassy plain bounded on three
sides by the Bow River and on the other by ragged hills and broken
timber, stood Surveyor McIvor's camp, three white tents, seeming
wondrously insignificant in the shadow of the mighty Rockies, but cosy
enough. For on this April day the sun was riding high in the heavens in
all his new spring glory, where a few days ago and for many months past
the storm king with relentless rigour had raged, searching with pitiless
fury these rock-ribbed hills and threatening these white tents and their
dwellers with dire destruction. But threaten though he might and pin
them though he did beneath their frail canvas covers, he could not make
that gang beat retreat.
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