This she had secured at the throat and waist with bits of metal taken from the wreckage of the filing-cabinet. Stern promised himself that ere long he would find her a profusion of gold pins and chains, in some of the Fifth Avenue shops, to serve her purposes till she could fashion real clothing. As she gave him her hand, the Bengal skin fell back from her round, warm, cream-white arm. At sight of it, at vision of that messy crown of hair and of those gray, penetrant, questioning eyes, the man's spent breath quickened. He turned his own eyes quickly away, lest she should read his thought, and began speaking--of what? He hardly knew. Anything, till he could master himself. But through it all he knew that in his whole life, till now self-centered, analytical, cold, he never had felt such real, spontaneous happiness. The touch of her fingers, soft and warm, dispelled his every anxiety. The thought that he was working, now, for her; serving her; striving to preserve and keep her, thrilled him with joy. And as some foregleam of the future came to him, his fears dropped from him like those outworn rags he had discarded in the forest. "Well, so we're both up and at it, again," he exclaimed, common-placely enough, his voice a bit uncertain. Stern had walked narrow girders six hundred feet sheer up; he had worked in caissons under tide-water, with the air-pumps driving full tilt to keep death out. He had swung in a bosun's-chair down the face of the Yosemite Canyon at Cathedral Spires. But never had he felt emotions such as now. And greatly he marveled. "I've had luck," he continued. "See here, and here?" He showed her his treasures, all the contents of the bag, except the spear-point. Then, giving her the Cosmos bottle, he bade her drink. Gratefully she did so, while he explained to her the finding of the spring. Her face aglow with eagerness and brave enthusiasts, she listened. But when he told her about the bathing-pool, an envious expression came to her. "It's not fair," she protested, "for you to monopolize that. If you'll show me the place--and just stay around in the woods, to see that nothing hurts me--" "You'll take a dip, too?" Eagerly she nodded, her eyes beaming. "I'm just dying for one!" she exclaimed. "Think! I haven't had a bath, now, for _x_ years!" "I'm at your service," declared the engineer. And for a moment a little silence came between them, a silence so profound that they could even hear the faint, far cheepings of the mud-swallows in the tower stair, above. At the back of Stern's brain still lurked a haunting fear of the wood, of what the assegai-point might portend, but he dispelled it. "Well, come along down," bade he. "It's getting late, already. But first, we must take just one more look, by this fresh morning light, from the platform up above, there?"