Chapter 31
Jacqueline ran to the door and threw it open.
"Ride down the valley!" she cried. "That's right. He's coming
up, and he'll meet you on the way. He'll be glad—to see you!"
She saw the rider swing sharply about, and the clatter of the
galloping hoofs died out up the valley; then she closed the door,
dropped the latch, and, running to the middle of the room, threw up
her arms and cried out, a wild, shrill yell of triumph like the
call of the old Indian brave when he rises with the scalp of his
murdered enemy dripping in his hand.
The extended arms she caught back to her breast, and stood there
with head tilted back, crushing her delight closer to her
heart.
And she whispered: "Pierre! Mine, mine! Pierre!"
Next she went to the steel mirror on the wall and looked long at
