“I must kiss you!”
“Then hurry!”
So their lips met.
In the sweetness of that embrace, in the simplicity and answering passion of her kiss, in the overwhelming sense of her gift of herself, heart and soul, he found a strength, a restraint, a nobler fire that gave him peace.
Allie was to amaze Neale again before the sun set on that memorable day.
“I forgot to tell you about the gold!” she exclaimed, her face paling.
“Gold!” ejaculated Neale.
“Yes. He buried it—there—under the biggest of the three trees together. Near a rock! Oh, I can see him now!”
“Him! Who? Allie, what’s this wild talk?”
She pressed his hand to enjoin silence.