"He shouldn't have asked you." He went off to Paul, and she sat down again; she took up her task of drying the golden curls. After a while the sound of voices ceased, and she knew that they had all gone out on the lake for further search. She went on with what she was doing; but presently, in the stillness, she began to feel that she must turn and look; she was haunted by the idea that one of the men who had been supposed to be dead was stealing up noiselessly to look over her shoulder. She turned. And then she saw Hollis sitting not far away. "Oh, I am so glad you are there!" Hollis rose and came nearer, seating himself again quietly. "I thought I wouldn't leave you all alone." She scanned the water. The five canoes were clustered together far out; presently, still together, they moved in towards the shore. "They are bringing in some one else!" "Sha'n't we go farther away?" suggested Hollis--"farther towards the point? I'll go with you." "No, I shall stay with this little girl; I do not intend to leave her. You won't understand this, of course; only a woman would understand it." "Oh, I understand," said Hollis. But Eve ignored him. "The canoes are keeping all together in a way they haven't done before. Do you think--oh, it must be that they have got some one who is _living!_" "It's possible." "They are holding something up so carefully." She sprang to her feet. "I am sure I saw it move! Paul has really saved somebody. How _can_ you sit there, Mr. Hollis? Go and find out!" Hollis went. In twenty minutes he came back. "Well?" said Eve, breathlessly. "Yes, there's a chance for this one; he'll come round, I guess." "Paul has saved him." "I don't know that he's much worth the saving; he looks a regular scalawag." "How can you say that--a human life!" Hollis looked down at the sand, abashed. "Couldn't I go over there for a moment?" Eve said, still excitedly watching the distant group. "Better not." "Tell me just how Paul did it, then?" she asked. "For of course it was he, the Indians don't know anything." "Well, I can't say how exactly. He brought him in." "Isn't he wonderful!" "I have always thought him the cleverest fellow I have ever known," responded poor Hollis, stoutly. The next day the little girl, freshly robed and fair, was laid to rest in the small forest burying-ground belonging to Jupiter Light; Eve had not left her. There were thirty new mounds there before the record was finished. "Steamer _Mayhew_ burned, Tuesday night, ten miles east Jupiter Light, Lake Superior. Fifteen persons known to be saved. _Mayhew_ carried twenty cabin passengers and thirty-five emigrants. Total loss." (Associated Press despatch.)