"Oh, Daniel, bless you! Did she tell you that? Yes, she belongs to me, and I to her, and if you’ll only tell me where to find her, you’ll make me the happiest man on earth!" He grasped the boy’s hand in his firm, smooth one, and they stood as if making a life compact, each glad of the other’s touch. "Daniel, I feel as if you were an angel of light!" broke out Charles. The angel in blue homespun lifted his eyes to the stranger’s face, and was glad, since he might not have the one he loved, that she belonged to this other. He had done the best he could do for her, and his was the part of sacrifice. "I can’t tell you just where she is," said Daniel gravely. "I thought mebbe you’d know from this. She’s sent me two books since she went away, and they’re both post-marked ’New York.’ That’s all I know." He pulled out a tattered paper that had wrapped a parcel, and together they studied the marks. Charles’s face grew grave. New York was a large place even in those days. Yet it was more definite than the whole United States, which had been his field of action thus far. He would not despair. He would take heart of grace and go forward. "Daniel," said he, handing back the paper to its owner, with a delicate feeling that the boy had the first right to it, since he was the link between them, "will you go to New York to-night with me and help me to find her?" Dan’s face lit up until he was actually handsome. "Me?" Rags wagged his tail hard, and gave a sharp little bark, as if to say: "Me?" "Yes, both of you," said Charles joyously. He felt as if he were on the right track at last, and his soul could fairly shout for happiness. "Rags might do a lot toward finding her. He’d track her anywhere. It was all I could do to get him away from her when she got into the stage-coach to go away." Dan looked down at his four-footed companion lovingly, and Rags lifted one ear in recognition of the compliment, meanwhile keeping wistful eyes on the stranger. It almost looked as if he understood. Charles stooped down and patted him warmly, and the ugly little dog wriggled all over with great happiness, "Of course he must go with us, then," said Charles. "Yes, and the way he lit into that dressed-up chap that came and frightened her away was something fine," went on Dan. "Tell me about it," said Charles. Dan gave a brief account of Harrington’s visit to the village and Dawn’s departure. Charles’s face was grave and sad as they spoke of his brother. Harrington’s death was too recent and too terrible to admit of bitter memories. He kept his head bent down toward Rags, who was luxuriating in the stranger’s fondling, while Daniel was talking. Then he gave the dog a final pat and stood up.