Eugene Manlove Rhodes,
The Line of Least Resistance — Chapter 10
(1910)
“ Lena's face, rosy-flushing; Hiram's, bright, wide-eyed; Don's, resolute and high and strong. Again that flashing vision, the Titan Sleiter tottering to his fall, the black horse racing forever across the blazing sunset.He could not see the stars—warm tears were in his eyes. Not of sorrow—of love and pride.The far-off, measured beat of soft footsteps; they came nearer to him—the trampling of many feet. The moon rose radiant over the crater's low rim; the rocky circle became a shore, bordered on a pool of dancing, rippling light; the soft air was sweet and pure and cool. ”
