They looked straight up at him as he stood in the aisle, and he stopped.

Her lips trembled.
"Are you ...

acquainted ...

between here and Lac Seul ?" she asked.
Her voice had in it the same haunting mystery that he had seen in her eyes, the same apprehension, the same hope, as though some curious and indefinable instinct was telling her that in this stranger she was very near to the thing which she was seeking.
"I am a stranger," he said.

"This is the first time I have ever been in this country." She sank back, the look of hope in her face dying out like a passing flash.
"I thank you," she murmured.