She heard his voice. He was talking to his team.
“You’ve a big piece to make before the night’s through,” he said. “Get that feed into you. You’ll sure need it.”
She heard him moving about. He was probably removing the horses’ bits, and maybe easing the straps of the neck-yoke. Then his footsteps approached the door, and the girl’s breath came quickly, and her colour deepened.
Then his voice came again. This time it was she to whom he was addressing himself.
“Ho! Molly!” he cried.
There was a pause. Just an instant’s pause. Then the door was flung wide.
Andy stood framed in it. He was clad in a dark suit, with a light, thin raincoat buttoned over it. He made no attempt to cross the threshold. He remained just where the vision of Molly revealed itself to him, and abruptly bared his head. His dark eyes were alight with amazement.
“Molly!” he cried. Then, with a little gasp: “By Gee!”
The girl had her reward. It was truly her moment. It was the moment of her life.