"Are you all right ?" he asked, and drew her toward a rock near at hand--for in truth, the knees of him were shaking.

They sat down, and he looked more closely at her face and discovered that it was wet with something more than river water.

Mona the self-assured, Mona the strong-hearted, was crying.

And instinctively he knew that not the chill alone made her shiver.

He was keeping his arm around her waist deliberately, and it pleased him that she let it stay.