’Tana and the stranger exchanged looks of utter wonder at the
lightning change effected before their eyes.
At that moment a tap-tap sounded on the window beside ’Tana,
and, looking around, she met the dark eyes of the man with the
sombrero gazing kindly upward at her.
The people were getting aboard the train again—the time was so
short—so short! and how can one speak through a double glass? The
fingers were all unequal to the fastening of the window, and she
turned an imploring, flushed face to the helpful stranger.
“Can you—oh, will you, please?” she asked, breathlessly. “Thank
you, I’m very much obliged.”
Then the window was raised, and her hand thrust out to the man,
who was bareheaded now, and who looked very much as though he held
the wealth of the world when he clasped o
