"No, not a fight, Miss. I was hot, I acknowledge, but Dane never said
a word. I can't forget, though, the look in his eyes as he left me,
and I have not seen him since."

"But you have heard about him, I suppose?"

"Oh, yes, reports of his doings reach me from time to time; that is
all." The man sighed, and shifted a little to an easier position.

"Would you like to see him?" Jean asked. "I am sure that he would be
only too glad to come to you."

"Do you think so, Miss? But why should he come after what I said to
him?"

"Because he is so noble and true. You little know what he is to me.
Look," and she raised her hand to the arrow at her throat, "he gave me
this. It is a token of our love. He made it with his own hands from a
coin given to him by his mother. It was the means of saving me from
the slashers. Kitty saw it first, and it told her about me."

"Your story is really wonderful, girl, and I am thankful that you have
been saved. It means more to me than you imagine."

"In what way?"

"Don't you know? Because you were saved, you and those Indians were on
hand to deliver me from that moose."

"So that is the reason, then, why you are so kind to me, and allowed