"How dare you! Oh! forgive me, Mr. Norval. I was only thinking of—of—the girl." "Well, lately, I’ve been wondering. You see, Miss Walden, soon after I saw my friend safe, I got my baptism shock—gas and the rest. It flattened me out, but now I am beginning to feel, to suffer. Using my legs has brought me to myself." "And you will go and keep your promise, Mr. Norval, you will?" "Yes, that is what I’ve been turning over in my mind." "You see," Donelle was holding herself tight, "that, that girl in Canada might be thinking, knowing her husband, that he had not played the man at the last. The truth might save so much. And don’t you understand how he, that poor boy, had to save the dog? It was saving himself. Another could have afforded to see the folly of exposing himself, but he could not. Had he stayed in the hole he might have been a coward after!" "I had not thought of that, Miss Walden. The deadly absurdity of the act made me bitter. I saw—just the dog part, you know." "I believe the girl in Canada will see the man part." The words came solemnly. "Yes, it did pay; it did!" "You have convinced me, Miss Walden. I must go and keep my promise. "To-morrow they are going to make a big test of my eyes. After that I will start. I want you and Law to come, too." "Oh! I——" "Couldn’t you do this just as a last proof of your good heartedness, Miss Walden?" Donelle struggled with her tears. Her heart was beating wildly; beating for Tom and for the helpless man before her. She, sad little frail thing, stood between the dead and the pitiful living. "Yes, I will go," she said at length. "Thank you, Miss Walden." Norval smiled in the darkness. The next day the test came—the test to his eyes. Norval meant that his first look should rest upon Miss Walden! He heard her moving about, getting books and tables out of the doctor’s way. He heard Law excitedly directing her, and then—the bandages fell away. There was a moment of tense silence. "What do you see, Norval?" the doctor asked. Norval saw a slim, little black-robed back and a red head! But all he said was: "I see Andy’s ugly mug!" The words were curiously broken and hoarse. Then: "Andy, old man, get a hold on me; it’s almost too good to be true!" In July they went to Canada. By that time Norval could make quite a showing by walking between Law and Miss Walden. He wore heavy dark glasses and only had periods of "seeing things." At such moments Miss Walden was conspicuously absent. The _River Queen_ swept grandly up to the dock in the full glory of high noon. Jean Duval was there on his crutches; he was at his old job, grateful and at peace. "Where are we going?" Norval asked. He had hardly dared put the question. "Mam’selle Jo Morey is going to take us in," Law replied. "At least she’ll feed us. It’s a cabin in the woods for us, Jim." "That sounds good to me, Andy." Norval drew in his breath sharply.