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"Do you feel equal to facing the possible danger, Miss Yardely?" "I am not afraid," answered Helen quickly, "and if I were I wouldn't own it or show it, I hope." "I don't believe you would," replied Stane with a smile. "We will go out, first on the lake where we can survey the shore; and then along the path in the woods where we saw that man yesterday." "About that man," said Helen slowly.
Helen Yardely frowned at the frank enthusiasm with which he spoke. "Wild? Yes," she said disparagingly. "That is the word. She is just a savage, with, I suppose, a savage's mind. Her beauty is well, the beauty of the wilds as you say. It is barbaric. There are other forms of beauty that " She broke off abruptly, and the blood ran rosily in her face. Stane saw it and smiled.
But to resume, the Indian told us that Chigmok had carried off Miss Yardely. Under pressure he told also the place for which the half-breed was making, a desolate district, little travelled the Lake of the Little Moose. Know it?" "Yes, I was there this morning; Stane and I have just come from there."
Why, man, he " He broke off suddenly, with a look at the girl. "Yes?" said Stane, "you need not mind Miss Yardely. She knows I have been in prison." "Yes!" answered Helen quickly, "and I am very sure he ought not to have been." "It was a damnable shame!" broke out the policeman. "But the facts were against you at the time, Stane. The hand-writing experts "
Then as there was another sledge coming on behind, I removed Miss Yardely to my own sledge, and to escape further trouble we pushed the dogs hard till we got here.... And that's about all, I think." He fell silent for a moment, and sat there watching the two white men and the white girl who had heard the conclusion of his narrative. They remained quite still, and not one of the three spoke.
The cabin was now full of shadows, though he could still see the girl's face in the glare of the stove, and marked with satisfaction that it bore no sign of fear. The position where she stood, however, was not a safe one, and he was constrained to bid her change it. "You had better come into the corner here, Miss Yardely. It is out of range of any chance arrow through the window.
Except for the figures lying prone in the snow they were quite alone. "Dey must haf done," he said, "eef dere was a mees!" He looked at Stane, as if he doubted his sanity and Stane reassured him. "Oh I have not gone mad, Bènard. There was a white girl with me in your cabin, Miss Yardely. You must have heard " "Mees Yardely! She ees here?" cried the trapper in sudden excitement.
Now's my chance if you don't deprive me of it." In spite of the seriousness of the situation, Stane laughed. "Oh, I won't deprive you of it, Miss Yardely. We'll start after breakfast; but I warn you, you don't know what you are in for." "Job's comforter!" she mocked him laughingly. "I'm going to fill the kettle. A cup of tea will cheer you up and make you take a rosier view of things."
Ainley loved her; but now, if he were the last man left in the world, she would never A sound of movement interrupted her reverie, and she half-turned as Stane rose from his spruce-couch. "You have heard nothing?" he asked. "Nothing!" she replied. "I will take the watch now, Miss Yardely, and do you lie down and rest."
It was high noon when Hubert Stane directed the nose of the canoe towards a landing-place in the lee of a sand-bar, on the upperside of which was a pile of dry driftwood suitable for firing. "We will take an hour's rest, Miss Yardely; and possibly whilst we are waiting your friends may show up."
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