Here and there the drop-laden, glistening tops of
the taller grasses and weeds would float into this
auxiliary cone of light--but that was all.
Then no weeds appeared any longer, so I must be on the
last half-mile of the dam, the only piece of it that was
bare and caution extreme was the word. I made up my mind
to go on riding for another five minutes and timed myself,
for there was hardly enough room for a team and a walking
man besides. When the time was up, I pulled in and got
out. I took the lines short, laid my right hand on Peter's
back and proceeded. The bicycle lantern was hanging down
from my left and showed plainly the clayey gravel of the
dam. And so I walked on for maybe ten minutes.
Suddenly I became again aware of a glimmer to the left,
and the very next moment a lantern shot out of the mist,
held high by an arm wrapped in white. A shivering woman,
tall, young, with gleaming eyes, dressed in a linen house
dress, an apron flung over breast and shoulders, gasped
out two words, "You came!" "Have you been standing here
and waiting?" I asked. "No, no! I just could not bear it
any longer.
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