of the Luzon sun, Mr. Keen. And then she came out and got into a Fifth Avenue stage, and I got in, too. And whenever she looked away I looked at her--without the slightest offense, Mr. Keen, until, once, she caught my eye--" He passed an unsteady hand over his forehead. "For a moment we looked full at one another," he continued. "I got red, sir; I felt it, and I couldn't look away. And when I turned color like a blooming beet, she began to turn pink like a rosebud, and she looked full into my eyes with such a wonderful purity, such exquisite innocence, that I--I never felt so near--er--heaven in my life! No, sir, not even when they ambushed us at Manoa Wells--but that's another thing--only it is part of this business." He tightened his clasped hands over his knee until the knuckles whitened. "_That's_ my story, Mr. Keen," he said crisply. "All of it?" Harren looked at the floor, then at Keen: "No, not all. You'll think me a lunatic if I tell you all." "Oh, you saw her again?" "N-never! That is--" "Never?" "Not in--in the flesh." "Oh, in dreams?" Harren stirred uneasily. "I don't know what you call them. I have seen her since--in the sunlight, in the open, in my quarters in Manila, standing there perfectly distinct, looking at me with such strange, beautiful eyes--" "Go on," said the Tracer, nodding. "What else is there to say?" muttered Harren. "You saw her--or a phantom which resembled her. Did she speak?" "No." "Did you speak to her?" "N-no. Once I held out my--my arms." "What happened?" "She wasn't there," said Harren simply. "She vanished?" "No--I don't know. I--I didn't see her any more." "Didn't she fade?" "No. I can't explain. She--there was only myself in the room." "How many times has she appeared to you?" "A great many times." "In your room?" "Yes. And in the road under a vertical sun; in the forest, in the paddy fields. I have seen her passing through the hallway of a friend's house--turning on the stair to look back at me! I saw her standing just back of the firing-line at Manoa Wells when we were preparing to rush the forts, and it scared me so that I jumped forward to draw her back. But--she wasn't there, Mr. Keen. . . ." On the transport she stood facing me on deck one moonlit evening for five minutes. I saw