"Nay," she answered, with an affectation of indifference, as if
ashamed of her curiosity, "I only wondered who he might be."

"He is a certain trader from Norway, whom men call Estein," said
Atli, still looking at her curiously.

"I know not the name," she said; and then adding with a slight
shiver, "How cold this country is," she turned abruptly and left
the room again.

The old man remained lost in thought. "Strange, passing strange,"
he muttered, pressing his hand to his forehead. "Can she have seen
him? Or can it be--"

His eyes suddenly brightened, and he began to pace the room.




CHAPTER XV.

THE LAST OF THE LAWMAN.


In silence and haste the three men pursued their way. A thaw had
set in, chill and cloudy; underfoot the snow was soft and melting,
and all through the forest they heard the drip of a thousand trees
and the creaking and swinging of boughs in the wind. As the
morning wore on and they warmed to their work, the two Norsemen