Ramage leaned over the gate at Ann Veronica’s side, and for a moment there was silence. Now the baby’s bright May eyes peered up at her intently. " The poor widow hung her head, and pressed her child closer to her breast. “Not a bit. Then Courtlaw looked across at her with a white puzzled face. Through one doorway she saw a grave Chinaman standing on a stage-like platform. There was a lapse of time, an interval of blackness; then he found his hand in hers and she was leading him at a run up the side of the mountain.