Little waves splashed on the shore of the pool; the ripple disappeared, and the surface of the spring became tranquil.
Wetzel stood one moment over the watery grave of the maiden who had saved him, and the boy who had loved him.

In the gathering gloom his stalwart form assumed gigantic proportions, and when he raised his long arm and shook his clenched fist toward the west, he resembled a magnificent statue of dark menace.
With a single bound he cleared the pool, and then sped out of the glade.

He urged the dog on Girty's trail, and followed the eager beast toward the west.

As he disappeared, a long, low sound like the sigh of the night wind swelled and moaned through the gloom..