He did not give the telescope to Aldous, but to Joanne.

She looked.

For a full minute she seemed scarcely to breathe.

Her hands trembled when she turned to give the glass to Aldous.
"I see--log cabins!" she whispered.
MacDonald placed a detaining hand on her arm.
"Look ag'in--Joanne," he said in a low voice that had in it a curious quiver.
Again she raised the telescope to her eyes.
"You see the little cabin--nearest the river ?" whispered Donald.
"Yes, I see it." "That was our cabin--Jane's an' mine--forty years ago," he said, and now his voice was husky.
Joanne's breath broke sobbingly as she gave Aldous the glass.

Something seemed to choke him as he looked down upon the scene of the grim tragedy in which Donald MacDonald and Jane had played their fatal part.