He was hungry for a solitary ride such as had, before now, drawn much of the lonely ache out of his heart and keyed him up to the life which he must live and which chafed his spirit more than even he realized. Instead of such slender comfort, he was forced to ride beside the girl who had hurt him–so close that his knee sometimes brushed her horse– and to listen to her friendly chatter and make answer, at times, with at least some show of civility.