"Yes; at least I think so," she sat up. "Why, it is almost dark already. I cannot see the old raft at all. I--I wish it would come ashore; it gave you to me, Matt." "And you are not sorry, even now, safe here on shore?" "Sorry! Why I am the happiest girl in all the world this minute. I can hardly think about that money at all, or those scoundrels trying to rob me. I am here with you, and you love me--what more can I ask? Is that silly, dear?" He laughed, and kissed her, neither giving a thought to their dripping garments, or a regret for the hardships they had passed through. They were there alone, safe, together--all else for the moment mattered not. "Yes, I love you, Natalie, dear," he answered. "So it is not silly at all. But we must seek shelter and food. Are you strong enough now to climb the bluff? See, there is a ravine leading up yonder, where the footing is easier." She nodded her readiness to try, too happy for words, and hand in hand they toiled their way upward through the gloom. CHAPTER XXIX THE HOUSE IN THE BLUFFS The cleft in the bluff was both narrow and steep, but it gave them passage. At the upper end Natalie's reserve strength suddenly deserted her, and she sank down on the grass, labouring for breath, feeling unable to advance a step farther. The days and nights of excitement, coupled with lack of food and sleep, had left her physically weakened; now suddenly, even her will and courage both gave away. "No, it is nothing," she explained in a whisper. "I am just completely tired out, I guess. You go on, Matt, and find some place of shelter. Leave me to lie here; I'll not move, and you can find me easily. All I want now is to rest a few moments. Afraid! no I'll not be afraid. Why, what is there to fear? this is a civilized country, isn't it? I'll just sit where I am now until you come back--only--only don't go very far away." She held out her hand, and endeavoured to smile. "Desert me! Of course you are not, dear. I am bidding you go. I shall not mind being left here alone. I am so tired."