"It doesn't need that to make me find her," answered Armstrong grimly. "She is a woman, lost in the mountains in the winter, alone. They shouldn't have given up the search; I'll find her as there is a God above me whether she's for me or not." A good deal of a man this James Armstrong of Colorado, in spite of many things in his past of which he thought so little that he lacked the grace to be ashamed of them. Stephen Maitland looked at him with a certain respect and a growing hope, as he stood there in the library stern, resolute, strong. Perhaps-- CHAPTER XI "OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY" Recognition--or some other more potent instantaneous force--brought the woman to a sitting position. The man drew back to give her freedom of action, as she lifted herself on her hands. It was moments before complete consciousness of her situation came to her; the surprise was yet too great. She saw things dimly through a whirl of driving rain, of a rushing mighty wind, of a seething sea of water, but presently it was all plain to her again. She had caught no fair view of the man who had shot the bear as he splashed through the creek and tramped, across the rocks and trees down the cañon, at least she had not seen his front face, but she recognized him immediately. The thought tinged with color for a moment, her pallid cheek. "I fell into the torrent," she said feebly, putting her hand to her head and striving by speech to put aside that awful remembrance. "You didn't fall in," was the answer. "It was a cloud burst, you were caught in it." "I didn't know." "Of course not, how should you." "And how came I here?" "I was lucky enough to pull you out." "Did you jump into the flood for me?" The man nodded. "That's twice you have saved my life this day," said the girl, forcing herself woman-like to the topic that she hated. "It's nothing," deprecated the other. "It may be nothing to you, but it is a great deal to me," was the answer. "And now what is to be done?" "We must get out of here at once," said the man. "You need shelter, food, a fire. Can you walk?" "I don't know." "Let me help you." He rose to his feet, reached down to her, took her hands in the strong grasp of his own and raised her lightly to her feet in an effortless way which showed his great strength. She did not more than put the weight of her body slightly on her left foot when a spasm of pain shot through her, she swerved and would have fallen had he not caught her. He sat her gently on the rock. "My foot," she said piteously. "I don't know what's the matter with it."