Sanchia did much thinking and little talking.  She remained an hour.  During the last half-hour she developed a slight but growingly insistent cough.  Before she left she had drawn the desired query from Longstreet.  Oh, hadn’t he noticed before?  It had been coming on her for a month.  The doctors were alarmed for her—­but she smiled bravely.  They had even commanded that she move away from the dust and noise of a town; that she pitch a tent somewhere on the higher lands and live out-doors all of the time.  Helen saw what was coming before the actual words were spoken.  It was Longstreet who was finally led to extend the invitation!  Why didn’t she move into a tent near them?  And with a look in which gratitude seemed blurred in a mist of tears, Sanchia accepted.  She would move to-morrow and pitch her tent right up there near the spring.

‘If you don’t mind, Helen dear?’ she said.  ’Your little summer house by the spring may be sacred ground?’

Promptly Helen made her a present of it.  All that she wanted were some things she had left there, a pair of spurs and a bridle; Sanchia was perfectly welcome to the rest.

They all went out together for Sanchia’s horse.  And Sanchia, accepting the altered battle-ground to which Helen’s tactics had driven her, seeing that she was to have little opportunity of getting Longstreet off to herself, began a straight drive at her main objective.  She laid an affectionate hand on his arm as though thrown upon that necessity by the irregularities of the trail in which she had stumbled, and turned the battery of her really very pretty eyes upon him.  With her eyes she said, boldly yet timidly:  ’You splendid man, you have touched my heart!  You noble creature, you have made Sanchia Murray love you!  Generous man, you have come to mean everything to a poor little woman who is lonely!’

It is much to be said in a glance, but Sanchia had never travelled so far on her chosen road of life if she had not learned, long ago, how to put into a look all that she did not feel.  And she did not stop with the one look; again she appeared to stumble, again her eyelids fluttered upward, her glance melted into his; again she flashed sufficient message to redden Longstreet’s cheeks and make his own eyes burn with embarrassment.  And since it was obvious that henceforward the combat must be waged in the open, she did not await the unlikely opportunity of some distant tete-a-tete to emphasize her intention.  Before she mounted she managed to allow the glowingly embarrassed man to hold her two hands; and she told him whisperingly: 

’I would to God that you had come a few years earlier into the life of Sanchia Murray!’ She sighed and squeezed his hands.  Then she smiled a wan little smile.  ’You have come to mean so much, oh, so much, in my poor little lonely existence.’

She mounted and rode away, waving her farewell, looking only at Longstreet.  They all saw how, before she reached the bend in the trail, her handkerchief went to her eyes.  Longstreet appeared genuinely worried.