He staggered to his feet again and plunged into the lake until the water reached to his waist, calling her name, entreating her in weak, half choked cries to come back to him. The water soaked through to his hot, numb body, restoring his reason and strength, and he buried his face in it and drank like one who had been near to dying of thirst. Then he returned to Neil. Winnsome was holding his head in her arms. He dropped upon his knees beside them and saw that life was returning full and strong in Neil's face. "You will be able to walk in a few minutes," he said. "You and Winnsome must leave here. We are on the mainland and if you follow the shore northward you will come to the settlements. I am going back for Marion." Neil made an effort to follow him as he rose to his feet. "Nat--Nat--wait--" Winnsome held him back, frightened, tightening her arms about him. "You must go with Winnsome," urged Nathaniel, seizing the hand that Neil stretched up to him. "You must take her to the first settlement up the coast. I will come back to you with Marion." He spoke confidently, as a man who sees his way open clearly before him, and yet as he turned, half running, to the low black shadow of the distant forest he knew that he was beginning a blind fight against fate. If he could find a hunter's cabin, a fisherman's shanty--a boat! Barely had he disappeared when a voice called to him. It was Winnsome. The girl ran up to him holding something in her hand. It was a pistol. "You may need it!" she exclaimed. "We brought two!" Nathaniel reached out hesitatingly, but not to take the weapon. Gently, as though his touch was about to fall upon some fragile flower, he drew the girl to him, took her beautiful face between his two strong hands and gazed steadily and silently for a moment into her eyes. "God bless you, little Winnsome!" he whispered. "I hope that someday you will--forgive me." The girl understood him. "If I have anything to forgive--you are forgiven." The pistol dropped upon the sand, her hands stole to his shoulders. "I want you to take something to Marion for me," she whispered softly. "This!" And she kissed him. Her eyes shone upon him like a benediction. "You have given me a new life, you have given me--Neil! My prayers are with you." And kissing him again, she slipped away from under his hands before he could speak.