Exactly wherein lay Baree's fears it would be difficult to say--but surely it was not because of Nepeese. The Willow had chased him hard. She had flung herself upon him. He had felt the clutch of her hands and the smother of her soft hair, and yet of her he was not afraid If he stopped now and then in his flight and looked back, it was to see if Nepeese was following. He would not have run hard from her--alone. Her eyes and voice and hands had set something stirring in him; he was filled with a greater yearning and a greater loneliness now. And that night he dreamed troubled dreams.