“Betty!” he called, and at his voice she turned. “What is it, dear friend?” she asked, and, standing amid the scattered stones, looked back at him with pleading eyes. “Betty!” he cried again, stretching out his arms; and as she ran toward him, he went down beside the ashes of Chericoke, and lay with his face half hidden against a broken urn. “I am coming,” called Betty, softly, running over the fallen gate and along the drive. Then, as she reached him, she knelt down and drew him to her bosom, soothing him as a mother soothes a tired child. “It shall be as you wish--I shall be as you wish,” she promised as she held him close. But his strength had come back to him at her touch, and springing to his feet, he caught her from the ground as he had done that day beside the cabin in the woods, kissing her eyelids and her faithful hands. “I can't do it, Betty, it's no use. There's still some fight left in me--I am not utterly beaten so long as I have you on my side.” With a smile she lifted her face and he caught the strong courage of her look. “We will begin again,” she said, “and this time, my dear, we will begin together.” End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Battle Ground, by Ellen Glasgow