Bridge saw in the gradually lighting sky the near ap-
proach of full daylight; so he contented himself with
making the girl and the youth walk briskly to and fro
in the hope that stimulated circulation might at least par-
tially overcome the menace of the damp clothing and
the chill air, and thus they occupied the remaining hour
of the night.
From below came no repetition of the inexplicable
noises of that night of terror and at last, with every ob-
ject plainly discernible in the light of the new day,
Bridge would delay no longer; but voiced his final de-
termination to descend and make a fire in the old kitchen
stove. Both the boy and the girl insisted upon accom-
panying him. For the first time each had an opportunity
to study the features of his companions of the night.
Bridge found in the girl and the youth two dark eyed,
good-looking young people. In the girl's face was, per-
haps, just a trace of weakness; but it was not the face
of one who consorts habitually with criminals. The man
appraised her as a pretty, small-town girl who had been
led into a temporary escapade by the monotony of
village life, and he would have staked his soul that she
was not a bad girl.
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