At the end of the minute he put out his hand to lift her up, and she leaned upon it.
Without hesitation she began to thread her way through the wood toward home, and he walked by her side.

He might have been escorting her from a dance, so quietly they walked together, except that the question of a man's life or death which lay between them seemed to surround them with a strange atmosphere.
At length Bart spoke.

"I don't know where you have been," he said.

"I have been patrolling the shore all night." He paused awhile.

"I thought you were safe at home." She stopped short and turned upon him.