As in his dream Irving shouted, “Rosalie! Rosalie!” but the mad roar of water fortunately drowned his voice as he plunged down the path that led to the jutting rock. If the girl should faint or fall, there was nothing to prevent her slipping over the edge and rolling into the awful chasm, and it seemed to the man an eternity before he scrambled to a foothold beside her and seized the white gown. She lifted dilated eyes to his face, then gave a smile of heavenly relief and sank into the arms that clasped her. He scowled down while he held her close. “Are you crazy?” he demanded. “Oh!” was all she could breathe. “Don’t you faint!” he exclaimed again, as ferociously as before. “No—I won’t,” she murmured. She was very white as she pushed herself from him. He clasped her hand tightly. “Don’t look down. Put your foot there.” He indicated a spot with his own foot and stepped ahead of her. Thus, little by little, he led her upon the steep trail, and they climbed to the upper ground. “That was a crazy thing to do!” repeated the man when they stood in safety. “The water—drew me,” she answered faintly. She was more than ever like a nymph, her eyes appealing in her white face under the gold of her hair. “Aren’t you cold? Where are your wraps?” viewing her white dress. She looked about helplessly. “I had a sweater. I must have dropped it somewhere. No, oh no, Mr. Bruce;” for Irving was taking off his coat. “Nonsense! Of course I shall. How many layers do you suppose I need? See my sweater-vest?” He put her arms in his coat-sleeves and buttoned it close to her throat. “I’m glowing. I ran all the way.” “How wonderful that you came!” She said it very quietly, apparently still under the spell of her moment of panic. He kept his eyes upon her. “I dreamed about you. I dreamed that you were in danger.” She looked at him curiously. “Is that why you came?” “Perhaps. Who can tell?” His face had cleared, and he looked into hers, so still and lovely above the rough coat. “I am very angry with you, Rosalie.” “Oh no, you can’t be. It looked very easy. See.” From where they stood, the jutting rock below did look ample and tempting. “But I’m sorry I frightened you,” she added, and looked up at him with an enchanting smile. The new day had begun. The solemn pines towered above them. On a crag below clung an eagle’s nest, and the parent birds circled and soared above the emerald-green river, returning to the young with food. “It seems,” said the man slowly, “as if we were alone in this stupendously beautiful world.” “My head went round and round,” she returned dreamily. “I wonder how long I could have held there.” He shuddered. “Did life suddenly seem well worth living?” he asked. “Yes indeed,” she returned. “It seemed that, yesterday. A wonderful thing has happened to me. I’m not a heaver any more.” “Tell me all about it. When did you come? What does it mean to find you here at dawn as if you had rained from the skies?”