I joined Mrs. Macleod, and in the dusk we made our way over to the pile of wood. "You are to light it, mademoiselle," said André, handing me the flaming pine knot. I obeyed mechanically, for André's words were filling all the night with confusing sounds that seemed to echo conflictingly from shore to shore. "Just here, by the birch bark, mademoiselle." The beacon caught; there was no wind. The bark snapped, curled and shrivelled; the branches crackled; the little flames leaped, the fire crept higher and higher till it lighted our faces and the waters in the foreground. We waited and watched till we heard a faint "hurrah", and soon, in the distance, a calcium light burned red and long. We went down again to the cove. Jamie was with his mother; I walked behind with André. "André," I whispered to him, "when you first saw me you said, 'I have waited many years for you to come'. Why did you say that?" "Why? Because I desired to speak the truth." "Am I like some one you have seen before? Tell me." "Yes." "Who was she?" "I do not know." "Will you tell me sometime what you do know of her?" "Yes, I will tell you." "Soon?" "When you will?" "To-morrow?" "As you please. I will take you to the tree, my tree--and to hers; you shall see for yourself." "Thank you, André." "I must watch the fire," he said, and retraced his steps. Dear old André! It was such a pleasure to be able to talk with him in his own tongue. We heard the dip of the paddles, a call--our camp call. In a few minutes the Doctor was with us. I made excuse the next afternoon to go fishing with André. I kept saying to myself: "This thing is impossible; there can be no connection between me and any woman who may have been here in camp, and Mr. Ewart says several have been here to his knowledge. What if I do look like some other woman who, years ago, lived and loved here in this wilderness? What have I to do with her? I 'll settle this matter once for all and to my satisfaction; André will tell me. He is romantic; and that girl made a deep impression on him, especially in those circumstances. Now the thought of her has become a fixed idea." The Doctor sulked a little because he was not of my party. "I don't approve of your _solitude à deux_ parties; they 're against camp rules." "Just for this once. André is going to show me something I have wanted to see ever since I came." He was still growling after I was in the canoe. "Only this once!" I cried, waving my hand to him before we dipped the paddles. "She used to wave her hand like that," said André, paddling slowly until I got well regulated to his--what I called--rhythm. I stared at him. Was this an obsession with him? It began to look like it.