As it was, a certain amount of fever, and some heart-symptoms that it was thought had been overcome, reappeared, and within a few hours of the accident it became plain that, although he was in no danger, they would be detained at least ten days, perhaps a fortnight, at Lake Louise.

Elizabeth sat down in deep despondency to write to her mother, and then lingered awhile with the letter before her, her head in her hands, pondering with emotion what she and Philip owed to George Anderson, who had, it seemed, arrived by a night train, and walked up to the hotel, in the very nick of time.

As to the accident itself, no doubt the guide, a fine swimmer and _coureur de bois_, would have been sufficient, unaided, to save her brother.

But after all, it was Anderson's strong arms that had drawn him from the icy depths of the lake, and carried him to safety! And since?
Never had telephone and railway, and general knowledge of the resources at command, been worked more skilfully than by him, and the kind people of the hotel.

"Don't be the least anxious"-- she had written to her mother--"we have a capital doctor--all the chemist's stuff we want--and we could have a nurse at any moment.