"Absolutely! Whole future of your movement, as you call it, may depend upon it!" he assured her with suspicious gravity.
"Very well, then, I'll come," she agreed, allowing him to assist her down into the road.
"Drive on, Charles!" Sasnett commanded, surreptitiously placing a dollar in the negro's hand to insure a quick departure.
The car sprang forward, disregarding all speed limits, leaving the two lovers veiled in yellow dust, which lifted presently, wind blown, rolling out over the fields beyond like dried sunlight. The road lay before them, a golden band between widespreading trees, fading into the shadows of evening.
They walked in silence, Selah waiting for what he should tell her, wondering vaguely if at last the men had divined their plans, and if this was the news he brought. She feared it might be something disagreeable, since he was in no hurry to begin. She looked at him surreptitiously, and flushed to find that he was also regarding her in the same sidewise, secret manner.
"Well, what is it?" she demanded quickly to cover her embarrassment.
"What is what?" he asked innocently.
"The important something that you have to tell me."
"That I love you," he answered shamelessly.
"Oh!" exclaimed Selah, looking unutterable reproach.