Then the man picked up the lines, gave a backward glance to the bed of the wagon, high piled with large bundles, and turned Betsy toward Medicine Woods. Through the crowded streets and toward the country they drove, when a big red car passed, a man called to them, then reversed and slowly began backing beside the wagon. The Harvester stopped. “That is my best friend, Doctor Carey, of the hospital, Ruth,” he said hastily. “May I tell him, and will you shake hands with him?” “Certainly!” said the Girl. “Is it really you, David?” the doctor peered with gleaming eyes from under the car top. “Really!” cried the Harvester, as man greets man with a full heart when he is sure of sympathy. “Come, give us your best send-off, Doc! We were married an hour ago. We are headed for Medicine Woods. Doctor Carey, this is Mrs. Langston.” “Mighty glad to know you!” cried the doctor, reaching a happy hand. The Girl met it cordially, while she smiled on him. “How did this happen?” demanded the doctor. “Why didn't you let us know? This is hardly fair of you, David. You might have let me and the Missus share with you.” “That is to be explained,” said the Harvester. “It was decided on very suddenly, and rather sadly, on account of the death of Mrs. Jameson. I forced Ruth to marry me and come with me. I grow rather frightened when I think of it, but it was the only way I knew. She absolutely refused my other plans. You see before you a wild man carrying away a woman to his cave.” “Don't believe him, Doctor!” laughed the Girl. “If you know him, you will understand that to offer all he had was like him, when he saw my necessity. You will come to see us soon?” “I'll come right now,” said the doctor. “I'll bring my wife and arrive by the time you do.” “Oh no you won't!” said the Harvester. “Do you observe the bed of this wagon? This happened all 'unbeknownst' to us. We have to set up housekeeping after we reach home. We will notify you when we are ready for visitors. Just you subside and wait until you are sent for.” “Why David!” cried the astonished Girl. “That's the law!” said the Harvester tersely. “Good-bye, Doc; we'll be ready for you in a day or two.” He leaned down and held out his hand. The grip that caught it said all any words could convey; and then Betsy started up the hill. CHAPTER XIII. WHEN THE DREAM CAME TRUE At first the road lay between fertile farms dotted with shocked wheat, covered with undulant seas of ripening oats, and forests of growing corn. The larks were trailing melody above the shorn and growing fields, the quail were ingathering beside the fences, and from the forests on graceful wings slipped the nighthawks and sailed and soared, dropping so low that the half moons formed by white spots on their spread wings showed plainly. “Why is this country so different from the other side of the city?” asked the Girl.