“And after all you'd been through, dear, you did what you did for us? Without resting? Without delay or respite?”
“That's life,” he answered simply. “That's the price of the new world. He who would build must suffer!”
Her arms embraced him, her breath was warm upon his face, and in the kiss that burned itself upon his eager lips he knew some measure of the sweetness of reward.
CHAPTER XXX
INTO THE FIRE-SWEPT WILDERNESS
Less than three weeks after the extermination of the Horde, Stern had already completed important measures looking toward the rehabilitation of the colony.
The damage had been largely repaired. Now only some half-dozen convalescent cases still remained on the sick-list. What the colony had lost in numbers it had gained in solidarity and a truer loyalty than ever before felt there.
All the survivors, now vastly more faithful to the common cause than in the beginning, showed an eager longing to lay hold of the impending problems with Stern, and to labor faithfully for the future of the great undertaking.
The fishing, hunting and domestication of wild animals all were resumed, and again the sound of hammers and anvils clanked through the caves.
Under Stern's direction, half a dozen men crossed the pools in boats, descended the north bank of the river, and got hold of the cut bridge cables.
Stern shot a thin line over to them by means of a bow and arrow. With this they pulled a stouter cord across, and finally a strong cable. All hands together soon brought the bridge once more up the cliff, where it was lashed to its old moorings.