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Marette was the very heart of that reality which ied itself upon him now He did not worry about what it was she would tell him tomorrow, or day after tomorrow He believed that it was then--when she had told him what there was to tell, and he still reached, out his arms to her--that she would coht have happened in Kedsty's roo, to her Such was his faith, potent as thedawn

Yet he did not expect to win easily As he worked, histo Fort Siht arise, and hoould triuured that the alow until noon at the earliest The Police gasoline launch would probably set out on a river search soon after By mid-afternoon the scoould have a fifty-h the Death Chute, where Follette and Ladouceur swairl And not many miles below the Chute was a swampy country where he could hide the scow Then they would start overland, west and north Given until another sunset, and they would be safe This hat he expected But if it caht

The rain had slackened to a thin drizzle by the ti The aroma of cedar and balsam came to hi surge of the river He tapped again at the door of the cabin, and Marette answered hi coals when he entered Again he fell on his knees, and took off his dripping slicker

The girl greeted hireat bear, Jeehed, and drew the stool beside her, andhim to bend his head over a little "I feel like an elephant in a birdcage," he replied "Are you comfortable, little Gray Goose?"

"Yes But you, Jeems? You are wet!"

"But so happy that I don't feel it, Gray Goose"

He could make her out only dimly there in the darkness of the berth Her face was a pale shadow, and she had loosened her daht reach itof his heart He forgot the fire, and the darkness grew thicker He could no longer see the pale outline of her face, and he drew back a little, possessed by the thought that it was sacrilegious to bend nearer to her, like a thief, in that gloom She sensed his htly with its fingertips touching his arm