‘Round by Panama?’ Elbert chuckled. ‘I mean, I’m startin’ East to-morrow night.’ ‘Takin’--the filly?’ ‘No, she’s back in San Forenso. You’ll sure remember me to the boys, won’t you?’ The roadster was rolling quietly out of the ranch driveway. Mary turned the car south toward the Border. No word about it. * * * * * Twilight--Nogales--they were having supper in a little Yaqui restaurant There were paper-thin leaves of corn-bread baked in the sun. He was looking away toward the South. ‘Sometime we must go clear down to the señora’s house in Nacimiento where we first met,’ he said. ‘I don’t know. We can’t ever find what we’re looking for by going _back_ to any place. It’s always ahead.’ ‘What we’re looking for,’ he repeated, but not as a question. ‘It would seem so easy to find; it would seem so easy to keep,’ she went on, ‘but I don’t know any one who has kept it. Certainly none of my girl friends who have married. I don’t even know what it is exactly.’ ‘It’s something that’s kept on building. Really started when I was in the hospital--no, before that--at the explosion.’ ‘No, before that,’ she said. ‘Did it?’ ‘Yes, at the barefooted woman’s, where you were so firm. And then something really happened to us in that ride back from San Pasquali, when we were not in our heads.’ ‘I had your letter in the hospital.’ ‘And then, that day you came to the Finishing School.’ ‘That was a great room to me,’ he said. ‘Every day has been different, but it has kept right on building.’ ‘Especially in the mountains.’ ‘Yes, wonderfully then--until last week when I spoiled everything, by getting so nervous and expectant.’ ‘It’s been building all day to-day--with me,’ said Elbert. ‘Yes,’ she helped, ‘differently from ever before. And to-morrow night you are starting East--’ ‘It will keep right on, won’t it?’ ‘It must, but it’s so easy to spoil--that’s what frightens me. You wouldn’t think it could, only you see so many others who do--who have.’ ‘It couldn’t be with us.’ ‘I think everybody says that at first. You won’t let me spoil it, will you?’ ‘I was going to ask you that.’ ‘But you are so firm. You must always be like that. Why, it’s all because you were so firm that first night.’ The day was passing fast as a theater scene, but in the last moments of Nogales, he kept thinking of the seventy miles back to Tucson. At least, they had that much left to-day. ‘Won’t you drive back?’ she said at last. ‘Not unless you’re tired?’ ‘Oh, no, I don’t think about it.’ ‘Then you--’