Investigation proved that 'Rast Little was nowhere to be found.
But there was a moisture in her eyes and a slight tremor in her voice which Rast understood, or, rather, thought he understood.
It was Rast, who had come across the plateau unseen, and was now standing on the old bastion of the fort beneath her.
The priest's watch was a handsome one, and Rast was still young enough to feel an immense satisfaction in such a possession.
This morning Rast had dropped in to read a little Greek with his old master, and to walk home with Anne.
