“That has been noted.”
Sweetwater’s eyes slowly rose till they rested on Mr. Gryce’s face: “I’ll cling to the thread you’ve given me. I’ll work myself through the labyrinth before us till I reach HIM.”
Mr. Gryce smiled; but there was more age, wisdom and sympathy for youthful enthusiasm in that smile than there was confidence or hope.
BOOK III. THE HEART OF MAN
XXIII. DORIS
“A young girl named Doris Scott?”
The station-master looked somewhat sharply at the man he was addressing, and decided to give the direction asked.
“There is but one young girl in town of that name,” he declared, “and she lives in that little house you see just beyond the works. But let me tell you, stranger,” he went on with some precipitation—