Nor did I dream you would meet my conditions by such a sacrifice." "You showed small interest as you stood on the stockade when we went forth!" "You mean when Captain de Croix and I leaned above the eastern palisades ?" "Ay, not once did your eyes wander to mark our progress." Her eyes were smiling now, and her face archly uplifted.
"Indeed, Master Wayland, little you know of the struggles of my heart during that hour.

Nor will I tell you; for the secrets of a girl must be her own.

But I marked each step you took onward toward the Indian camp, until the night hid you,--the night, or else the gathering tears in my eyes." The sudden yawing of the boat before a gust of wind drew my thought elsewhere, and kept back the words ready upon my tongue.

When once more I had my bearings and had turned back the plunging bow, she sat silent, deep in thought that I hesitated to disturb.

Soon I noted her head droop slightly to the increased movement of the boat.
"You are worn out!" I said tenderly.