haunting Tavish...." He did not hear the whining of the dogs.

He was again piecing together in his mind that picture--the barefooted girl standing on the rock, disturbed, startled, terrified, poised as if about to fly from a great danger.

What had happened after the taking of that picture?
Was it Tavish who had taken it?
Was it Tavish who had surprised her there?
Was it Tavish--Tavish--Tavish....?
His mind could not go on.

He steadied himself, one hand clutching at the breast of his coat, where the picture lay.
The cabin door opened behind him.

The Missioner came out.