The flash of something white had caught their eyes and one man was reaching for it.
"Georgian," came in astonished repetition from the bereaved man's lips.
"She would wish it," persisted the other with still deeper and more urgent meaning.
[Illustration: A slight, dark form stole from the shadows and laid a hand on the stooping man's shoulder.] Then in a whisper so penetrating that even Mr.Harper caught its least inflection through all the thunder of the waterfall, "She loved you." Ah! the enchantment, the feminine persuasiveness, the heart-moving sincerity which breathed through that simple phrase! From lips so untutored, it seemed marvelous.

Ransom was not insensible to its power, for he quivered under her hand and his eyes took on a look of wonder.

But he made no attempt to answer, even by a sign.

He seemed content for that one instant just to listen and to look.
The man hanging over the stream drew back his arm.

He had been deceived by a bit of froth; some of it clung yet to his fingers.
"Come," entreated the girl, her face emerging softly into the light, as she stooped lower over the lantern.