Chapter 4
Another EscapeSalomy Jane slept little that night, nor did her father. But
towards morning he fell into a tired man's slumber until the sun
was well up the horizon. Far different was it with his daughter:
she lay with her face to the window, her head half lifted to catch
every sound, from the creaking of the sun-warped shingles above her
head to the far-off moan of the rising wind in the pine trees.
Sometimes she fell into a breathless, half-ecstatic trance, living
over every moment of the stolen interview; feeling the fugitive's
arm still around her, his kisses on her lips; hearing
his whispered voice in her ears—the birth of her new life!
This was followed again by a period of agonizing dread—that he
might even then be lying, his life ebbing away, in the woods, with
