With a hundred or so of small stones rattling at his horse's heels John reached the foot of "Zigzag Hill," turned with the forest road once or twice more, noticed, by the tracks, that Johanna's horse was walking, and at another angle saw her just ahead timorously working her animal sidewise to the edge of the way. "Johanna," he began as he dashed up--"O!--don't get scared--didn't you come out here in hopes to somehow let me know"--he took on a look of angry distress--"that the Suez folks are talking?" The girl started and stammered, but the young man knitted his brows worse. "Umhm. That's all right." His horse leaped so that he had to look back to see her, as he added more kindly: "I'm much obliged to you, Johanna--Good-by." The face he had thus taken by surprise tried, too late, to smile away the signs that its owner was grieved and hurt. A few rods farther on John wheeled around and trotted back. Her pulse bounded with gratitude. "Johanna, of course, if I stay here I shall keep entirely out of Mrs. Ravenel's sight, or----" The girl made a despairing gesture that brought John's frown again. "Why, what?" he asked with a perplexed smile. "Law! Mr. Mahch, you cayn't all of a sudden do dat; dey'll on'y talk wuss." "Well, Johanna--I'm not going to try it. I'm going to take the express train this evening." He started on, but checked up once more and faced around. "O--eh--Johanna, I'd rather you'd not speak of this, you understand. I natu'ly don't want Mrs. Ravenel to know why I go; but I'm even more particular about General Halliday. It's none o' his--hm! I say I don't want him to know. Well, good-by. O--eh--Johanna, have you no word--of course, you know, the North's a mighty sizable place, and still it's just possible I might chance some day to meet up with--eh--eh--however, it's aft' all so utterly improbable, that, really--well, good-by!" A while later Johanna stopped at that familiar point which overlooked the valley of the Swanee and the slopes about Rosemont. The sun had nearly set, but she realized her hope. Far down on the gray turnpike she saw the diminished figure of John March speeding townward across the battle-field. At the culvert he drew rein, faced about, and stood gazing upon Widewood's hills. She could but just be sure it was he, yet her tender spirit felt the swelling of his heart, and the tears rose in her eyes, that were not in his only because a man--mustn't. While she wondered wistfully if he could see her, his arm went slowly up and waved a wide farewell to the scene. She snatched out her handkerchief, flaunted it, and saw him start gratefully at sight of her and reply with his own. Then he wheeled and sped on. "Go," she cried, "go; and de Lawd be wid you, Mr. Jawn Mahch, Gen'lemun!--O Lawd, Lawd! Mr. Jawn Mahch, I wisht I knowed a nigger like you!" LXIX. IN YANKEE LAND