He lifted the flap, which he had let down, and looked inside.
She lay there upon the cushioned spruce-tips, and, as he raised the white curtain, the moonlight streamed in upon her.
She looked up at him, and smiled.
The loving face of her was all he saw--the face of the one woman.
He spoke to her.

He tried to tell her what she was to him, and failed.
She answered gently and in few words.

They understood.
He entered the tent and sat upon the couch beside her as she was lying there, and took her small hand in his, but said no more.

From the wood about them--for it was into the night now--came many sounds, known of old, and wonderfully sweet to him, but all new and strange to her.
"Ah-rr-oomp, ah-rr-oomp, ba-rr-oomp," came from the edge of the water the deep cry of the bullfrog; from the further end of the lake came the strange gobble, gurgle and gulp of the shitepoke, the small green heron which is the flitting ghost of shaded creeks and haunting thing of marshy courses everywhere.

Night-hawks, far above, cried with a pleasant monotony, then swooped downward with a zip and boom.