“Very sad,” said Pete. “How alone we both are--he and I! Bella, and you, Pete--don’t be angry, please--I don’t think you quite understand Hugh, quite appreciate him.” “Perhaps not.” “He has always been lonely. You are so young, and Bella is so stupid--stupid and cross.” “No, she isn’t, Sylvie. I know Bella a lot better than you do. She’s not stupid or cross--” “Well, I like you to stick up for your old nurse. She certainly must have loved you a lot to bring you way out here and to stay here all these years to take care of you. I wonder where she’ll go and what she’ll do when Hugh and I get married. You’re too old for a nurse now, Pete. Do you mind if I lean back against you that way? It’s so comfortable. I’d be happier without Bella, Pete, you know.” “Would you, Sylvie? Well, Bella and I will have to go away together somewhere, I guess.” “I didn’t say you, dear. I love you a lot--next best to Hugh. There’s something awfully sweet about you--you great strong overgrown thing! Your heart goes _thump-thump-thump-thump_, as though it was as big as the sun.... I feel much better and happier now. Things have got steady again. Only--I wish Hugh would come back.” Pete gave a strangled sigh. “He’ll be back.” And he began to draw himself away from her. “I think I hear him now, Sylvie.” “Stay where you are,” she laughed. “Don’t be ashamed of being found with a sister leaning against you and holding your hand. Are you afraid of Hugh? I think sometimes he’s rather hard with you--I’ll have to speak to him about that. Oh”--in a sudden ecstasy--“how happy I am! I feel as light as the air. I want every one to be happy. Tell me when Hugh comes in how happy he looks, Pete--promise me, quick! There he is at the door now.” “Yes,” he whispered, “I promise. Let me go, please, Sylvie.” He pulled himself away and stood up. At the instant, the door was opened and shut quickly, stealthily. It was Hugh, breathing hard, gray with fear. “They’re coming,” he said harshly. “Pete, they’re after me. Men are coming across the flat.” CHAPTER VII “Did they see you?” Pete demanded anxiously. “I don’t think so.” Hugh was breathing fast; he had evidently fled across the snow at top speed. “Get in, then, quick--out of sight.” Pete was already tearing up boards above that long-waiting place of hiding. Hugh was about to step down into it when he glanced up and saw Sylvie. She was standing as the unseeing stand in moments of frightened bewilderment, her hands clasped, her head turning from side to side. “Look here,” whispered Hugh, still absorbed in his own danger, “don’t let them know that Sylvie just wandered in here. Don’t let them start asking her any questions; it’s too dangerous. Let her be--one of the family.” He smiled maliciously. “Let her be your wife, Pete.” Then, as though that picture had fired his love through its hint of jeopardy, he held out both arms suddenly: “Come here, Sylvie--lead her to me, Pete.”