Only an hour ago an Indian ran to us with the news that they were coming down the river.

They are out there now--less than half a mile away--with Jean and the dogs!" She turned a little from him, facing the bed.
"You remember--I told you that I had spent a year in Montreal," she went on.

"I was there--alone--when it happened.

See--" She moved to the bed and gently drew the curtains aside.

Scarcely breathing, Philip followed her.
"It's my baby," she whispered, "My little boy." He could not see her face.