Again he heard a movement in the brush. It was very near; he could feel the canoe backing for more distance. Then he felt the signal. That little shake in the shell of cedar had seemed to go to his very heart. He raised his hand carefully and opened the lantern-slide. The beam fell upon tall grass and flashed between little columns of tamarack. At the end of its misty pathway he could just dimly make out the foliage. He could see nothing clearly. Again he felt the signal. He knew that the hunter had seen the game. Now the light-beam illumined the top of his rifle-barrel. Suddenly the trained eye of Strong had caught the gleam of eyes--then the faint outline of lips dumb with terror. He struck with his paddle and swung his bow. The hammer fell. A little flame burst out of the rifle-muzzle, and a great roar shook the silences. A shrill cry rang in its first echo. The canoe bounded over lily-pads and flung her bow on the bank a foot above water. Master sprang ashore followed by Strong. They clambered up the bank. "Strong, I've killed somebody," said the young man, his voice full of the distress he felt. He swept the shore with his light. It fell on the body of a young woman lying prone among the brakes. Quickly he knelt beside her and threw the light upon her face. "My God! Come here, Strong!" he shouted, hoarsely. His friend, alarmed by his cry, hurried to him. Master had raised the head of Miss Dun-more upon his arm and was moaning pitifully. He covered the beautiful white face with kisses. Strong, who stood near with the lantern, had begun to stammer in an effort to express his thoughts. "K-keep c-cool," he soon succeeded in saying. "I switched the canoe an' ye n-never t-touched her. She's scairt--th-that's all." Edith Dunmore had partly risen and opened her eyes. Master lifted her from the earth and held her close and kissed her. His joy overcame him so that the words he tried to utter fell half spoken from his lips. She clung to him, and their silence and their tears and the touch of their hands were full of that assurance for which both had longed. "T-y-ty!" Strong whispered as he held the light upon them. For a long moment the lovers stood in each other's embrace. . . "I don't know why I came here," said she, presently, in a troubled voice. He took her hands in his and raised them to his lips. "I must go; I must go," she said. "Come, we will go with you," said the young man. He put his arm around the waist of the girl. They walked slowly up the side of the ridge, with Strong beside them, throwing light upon their path. Master heard from her how it befell that darkness had overtaken her in the basin of Catamount, and she learned from him why they had come out in their canoe. "You will not be afraid of me any more," he said. She stopped and raised one of his hands and held it against her cheek with a little moan of fondness. Curiously she felt his face. "It is so dark--I cannot see you," she whispered.