But there were no subtleties in Paul. "Why, that was the very reason," he answered. "What did you tell me for, if you didn't want me to think of it?" Then he took a lighter tone. "Come, forget it. It was nothing.--What's one kiss?" Eve colored deeply. And then, suddenly, Paul Tennant colored too. He turned his head away, and his glance, resting on the water, was stopped by something--a dark object floating. He put up a hand on each side of his face and looked more steadily. "Yes. No. _Yes!_ There's a _woman_ out there--lashed to something. I must go out and see." He had thrown his hat down upon the sand as he spoke; he was hastily taking off his coat and waistcoat, his shoes and stockings; then he waded out rapidly, and when the rock shelved off, he began to swim. Eve stood watching him mechanically. "He has already forgotten it!" Paul reached the dark object. Then, after a short delay, she could see that he was trying to bring it in. But his progress was slow. "Oh, there must be something the matter! Perhaps a cramp has seized him." A terrible impatience took possession of her; it was impossible for him to hear her, yet she cried to him at the top of her voice, and fiercely: "Let it go! Let it go, I say! Come in alone. Who cares for it, whatever it is?" It was not until his burden lay on the beach that she could turn her mind from him in the least, or think of what he had brought. The burden was a girl of ten, a fair child with golden curls, now heavy with water; her face was calm, the eyes peacefully closed. She had been lashed to a plank by somebody's hand--whose? Her father's? Or had it been done by a sobbing mother, praying, while she worked, that she and her little daughter might meet again. "It's dreadful, when they're so young," said big Paul, bending over the body reverently to loosen the ropes. He finished his task, and straightened himself. "A collision or a fire. If it was a fire, they must have seen it from Jupiter Light." He scanned the lake. "Perhaps there are others who are not dead; I must have one of the canoes at once. I'll go by the beach. You had better follow me." He put on his shoes, and, dripping as he was, he was off again like a flash, running towards the west at a vigorous speed. Eve watched him until he was out of sight. Then she sat down beside the little girl and began to dry her pretty curls, one by one, with her handkerchief. Even then she kept thinking, "He has forgotten it!" By-and-by--it seemed to her a long time--she saw a canoe coming round the point. It held but one person--Paul. He paddled rapidly towards her. "Why didn't you follow me, as I told you to?" he said, almost angrily. "Hollis has gone back to the camp for more canoes and the Indians; he took Cicely, and he ought to have taken you." "I wanted to stay here."