Douglas touched the cold, little hand at her side.
“I belong with them,” she said, still gazing after Jim and the wagons.
“You belong with me,” he answered in a firm, grave voice, and something in the deep, sure tones told her that he was speaking the truth. She lifted one trembling hand to his shoulder, and looked up into his face.
“Whither thou goest, will I go, where thou diest, will I die.”
He drew her into his arms.
“The Lord do so to me and more also, if aught but death part thee and me.”
THE END