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At the same time the besieged became aware of a fierce crackling outside, and the outlook in the snow-covered lake was illumined by a growing glow. Stane understood the meaning of the phenomenon at once, and looked at the girl. "They are trying to burn down the cabin," he said. "I am afraid it is a choice of evils, Miss Yardely.
If only I could turn back " "Please don't worry about us, Mr. Anderton," interrupted Helen cheerfully. "We shall be all right." "'Pon my word, I believe you will, Miss Yardely," answered the policeman in admiration. He looked down the lake, and then added: "No use my going back. It will only be time wasted. I will say good-bye here. Keep cheerful, old man," he said to Stane.
There was a flash in his blue eyes, a grim look in his face, and instinctively Helen Yardely knew that the matter which lay between this man and Gerald Ainley was something much more serious than forced deportation.
But he did not tell her how his mind had recalled the context of the passage she had referred to, a passage which declared that to live out of doors with the woman a man loves is of all lives the most complete and free. His reply was a mere evasion. "I am afraid you will find it an exaggerated pleasure, Miss Yardely." "Then it will be strictly for one night only," she said.
"I thought we should have encountered your friends before now, Miss Yardely," he remarked thoughtfully. The girl smiled. "Are you anxious to get rid of me?" she asked. "Believe me, I am enjoying myself amazingly, and if it were not for the anxiety my uncle and the others will be feeling, I should not trouble at all.
"If you ever do!" he laughed. She looked round the wild landscape, then she also laughed. "I should not care much if I never did. This sort of life has its attractions, and it offers real interests and real excitements. There are worse things than the wilderness." "You have not been up here in winter, have you, Miss Yardely?" "No," she replied, "but I should like to have the experience."
"You were like the old man of the sea on my back.... I hope your leg is all right?" "Painful! But that is to be expected, and it can't be helped." A drift of smoke came down in the wind and made him cough, and he looked round to mark the progress of the fire. "We haven't much of a margin, Miss Yardely." "No," she answered, "I must get busy. Now tell me what to do!"
"The man he take her back to camp." "Then why did we not meet them as we came down?" A puzzled expression came on the Indian's face. For a moment he stood considering the problem, then he shook his head gravely. "I not know." "We must get back to the camp at once, Joe. We must find out if Miss Yardely has returned. We know now that she is alive, and at all costs we must find her.
As they started the girl began to hum: "Some talk of Alexander And some of Hercules." Stane laughed over his shoulder. "I'm afraid a quick step will be out of keeping soon, Miss Yardely." "Why?" she asked interrupting her song. "Well packing on trail is necessarily a slow business; and there's rough country between these two rivers."
"Ah!" said the girl in a tone that was full of significance. Stane looked at her sharply, and then asked a question: "What are you thinking, Miss Yardely?" "Oh, I was just thinking that I had guessed one of your wildly possible reasons, Mr. Stane; and to tell the truth, if Mr.
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