CHAPTER XXXI

WHICH SUGGESTS TROUBLES AHEAD Dallas was whistling cheerily; his eye was quick and bright, his step firm and assured, himself all blithe, vigorous young manhood from neat spurred riding boots to neat peaked cap; for the blasting shadow was lifted from him, and thus, as he strode Josepha-wards, he was himself again, indeed—thanks to her unshakeable faith and love, he knew himself for better man, in every sense, than he had ever been. In one hand he bore a prodigious bunch of roses whose fragrance perfumed the sunny …