And there he stopped, his heart in his throat, every fibre in his body charged with a sudden electrical thrill at what he beheld.

For a moment he was powerless to move.

He stood--and stared.
At the edge of the pool twenty steps from him was kneeling a woman.

Her back was toward him, and in that moment she was as motionless as the rock that towered over her.

Along with the rippling drone of the stream, without reason on his part--without time for thought-there leaped through his amazed brain the words of Jasper, the factor, and he knew that he was looking upon the miracle that makes "God's Country"-- a white woman! The sun shone down upon her bare head.