"And do you know what I admired and loved you for, even when you thought my mind unstable and empty? How true you were! It was that, dear. It was your honour, Paul. "That was why, when I remembered everything that dreadful night in the snow, the revulsion was so terrible. I ran away in horror. I could not believe that it was true--and yet I knew it was true. "And Leroux was waiting there and found me. I did not want to leave you, but he told me there was Pere Antoine's cabin close by, and that you would come to no harm. And he made me believe--you had stolen my money as well. But I never believed that, and I only taunted you with it to drive you away for your own sake." She drew me weakly toward her and went on: "Bend lower. Bend very near. Do you remember, Paul--in the train going to Quebec--I lay awake all night and cried, at first for happiness, to think you loved me, and then for shame, because I had no right--though I did not remember who he was at the time, the shock had been so great. That night--lying in my berth--I was shameless. I slipped the wedding ring from my finger and hid it away so that you should not know--because I loved you, Paul. And now that we are to part forever, and perhaps I am to die, I can speak to you from my heart and tell you, dear. Kiss me--as though I were your wife, Paul. "So you will go to Leroux?" she added presently. "Is that your will, Jacqueline?" "Yes, dear," she said. "Because we have fought and now we are beaten, Paul." I bowed my head. I knew that she spoke the truth. Slowly the passions cleared from my own heart--passion of hate, passion of love. I knew at last that I was vanquished. For, now that Jacqueline lay there so weak, so helpless, and thinking all our past was but a dream, there was nothing but to yield. I could not fight any more. Even though, by some miracle, the tunnel lay clear before us, to move her meant her death. So I would yield, to save her life, and with me Leroux might deal as he chose. So I left her and climbed across the bags and went down toward the stream. But before I had reached it a dark figure slipped from among the shadows of the rocks and came toward me; and by the faint starlight I saw the face of Pierre Caribou! I was bewildered, for Pierre seemed like one of those dream figures of the past; he might have come into my life long ago, but not to-day, nor yesterday. He stopped me and held me by both shoulders, and he drew me into the recesses of the rocks and bent his wizened old face forward toward mine. "Ah, _monsieur_, so you did not obey old Pierre Caribou and stay in the cave," he said. "Pierre, I did not know that you would return," I answered. "I thought that we could find the same road that you had taken." "Never mind," the Indian answered, looking at me strangely. "All finish now. _Diable_ take Leroux. His time come. _Diable_ show me!" "How?" I answered, startled.