Carley drew a long deep breath before she called Glenn. This meeting would
be momentous and she felt no absolute surety of herself.
Manifestly he was surprised to hear her call, and, dropping his sack and
implement, he hurried across the tilled ground, sending up puffs of dust.
He vaulted the rude fence of poles, and upon sight of her called out
lustily. How big and virile he looked! Yet he was gaunt and strained. It
struck Carley that he had not looked so upon her arrival at Oak Creek. Had
she worried him? The query gave her a pang.
"Sir Tiller of the Fields," said Carley, gayly, "see, your dinner! I
brought it and I am going to share it."
"You old darling!" he replied, and gave her an embrace that left her cheek
moist with the sweat of his. He smelled of dust and earth and his body was
hot. "I wish to God it could be true for always!"
His loving, bearish onslaught and his words quite silenced Carley. How at
critical moments he always said the thing that hurt her or inhibited her!
She essayed a smile as she drew back from him.
"It's sure good of you," he said, taking the basket. "I was thinking I'd be
through work sooner today, and was sorry I had not made a date with you.
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