Can you swim ?" "Oui, M'sieur; but Josephine--" "I can swim with her," replied Philip, and Josephine saw the old life and strength in his face again as she turned to the white-capped seas ahead of them.
Hour after hour they fought their way on after that, the wind rising stronger in their faces, the seas burying them deeper; and each time that Josephine looked back she marvelled at the man behind her, bare-headed, his hair drenched, his arms naked to the elbows, and his clear gray eyes always smiling confidence at her through the gloom of mist.

Not until darkness was falling about them did Jean drop near enough to speak again.

Then he shouted: "Another hour and we reach Snowbird River, M'sieur.

That is four miles from Adare House.

But ahead of us the wind rushes across a wide sweep of the lake.