Tell old Jacques--that's the proprietor--to send some kind of a trap down here for me--a sled, if nothing else." "I'll be back in ten minutes," exclaimed Rose, mounting Regina with wonderful celerity, and flying off.
Old Jacques--a wizen little habitant--was distressed at the news, and ran off instantly to harness up his old mare, and sled.

Madame Jacques placed a mattress on the sled and the vehicle started.
"Who is the gentleman ?" Rose asked carelessly, as they rode along.
Old Jacques didn't know.

He had stopped there last night, and paid them, but hadn't told them his name or his business.
A few minutes brought them to the scene of the tragedy.

The stranger lifted those dark eyes of his, and looked so unspeakably handsome, that Rose was melted to deeper compassion than ever.
"I am afraid you are nearly frozen to death," she said, springing lightly to the ground.

"Let us try if we cannot help you on to the sled." "You are very kind," replied the stranger, laughing and accepting.