It seemed an eternity to the waiting man before Fledra received him.  There were many things she had to reason away.  It was necessary first to dispense entirely with Lon Cronk, to feel absolutely free from Lem.  Until then, how could she feel secure?  The eyes bent upon hers affected her strangely.  They were spotted like Flukey’s, and had the same trick of not moving when they received another’s glance.  Then Ann’s exclamation seemed to awaken her lethargic soul, and she seized upon the word “mother.”

“Mother, Mother!” she stumbled, “oh, I want her, Sister Ann!  I want her!  Will you take me to her?  She’s sweet and—­and mine!” She made the last statement in a low voice directly to Vandecar.

“Yes, and I’m your father, Fledra,” he whispered.  He longed for her to be glad in him—­longed now as never before.

Fledra’s eyes sought Cronk’s.  He had forgotten her; Katherine alone held his attention.  Timidly she raised her arms and drew down her father’s face to hers.

“I’m glad, I’m awful glad that you’re mine—­and you’re Floyd’s, too.  Oh, I’m so glad!  And you say—­my mother—­”

“Yes, Dear,” Vandecar murmured, deeply moved; “a beautiful mother, who is waiting and longing for her girl.  Dear God, how thankful I am to be able to restore you to her!”

The governor held her close, while he told her of her babyhood and the story of the kidnapping, refraining from mentioning Cronk’s name.  It took sometime to impress upon her that all need of apprehension was past, that her future cast with her own dear ones was safe, and that Lem and Lon were but as shadows of other days.

Katherine, weeping with despair, was sitting close to Lon.  She knew without being told that the father she had just found had lost from his memory all of the bitterness of the years gone by.  He had gone back to his Midge, and now centered upon his newly found child the identity of this dead woman.  It was better so, even Katherine admitted; for he was meek and tender, wholly unlike the sullen, ugly man they had seen earlier in the evening.  The squatter’s condition made it impossible to allow Katherine to be with him, and they dared not leave him alone in the hut.  Later, when they were making plans for Cronk’s future, Vandecar said: 

“We can’t leave him here, Ann dear.  Can’t we take him with us, Katherine?”

“It’s the only thing I can see to do,” replied Ann, with catching breath.

“You’ll come with him and me, Katherine, and we’ll take him to the car, while he is subdued.  You, Ann, dress that child, and wait here for Horace.  I’ll come back directly.  I must place Cronk with the conductor, for fear—­”

“Don’t be long,” begged Ann.  “I’m so afraid!”

“No, only long enough to signal the train and get them aboard.  You must be brave, dear girl, and we must all remember what he has suffered.  His heart is as big as the world, and I can’t forget that, indirectly, I brought this upon him.”  He turned his glance upon the squatter, and Katherine’s eyes followed his.  The lines about Lon’s mouth had softened with tenderness, his eyes were filled with adoration.  Katherine flashed him back a sad smile.