"Miss Colina Gaviller." "I don't know you," she said.
"I am Ambrose Doane, of Moultrie." "Where is Moultrie ?" "On Lake Miwasa--three hundred miles down the river." "Three hundred miles!" exclaimed Colina.

"Have you come so far alone ?" "I have Job," Ambrose said with a smile.
"How much farther are you going ?" she asked.
"Only to Fort Enterprise." "Oh!" she said.

The question in the air was: "What did you come for ?" Both felt it.
"Do you know my father ?" Colina asked.
"No," said Ambrose.
"I suppose you have business with him ?" "No," he said again.
Colina glanced at him with a shade of annoyance.

"We don't have many visitors in the summer," she said carelessly.
"I suppose not," said Ambrose simply.
Colina was a woman--and an impulsive one; it was bound to come sooner or later: "What did you come for ?" His eyes pounced on hers with the same look of mixed boldness and apprehension that she had marked before; she saw that he caught his breath before answering.
"To see you!" he said.
Colina saw it coming, and would have given worlds to have recalled the question.

She blushed all over--a horrible, unequivocal, burning blush.