"Through stress and doubt," she murmured, "you think I will find the way?--with perhaps the blood of many nations in my veins, with all their transmitted emotions, desires, passions for my inheritance?... It is my only heritage. They did not even leave me a name; only a capacity for every human error, with no knowledge of what particular inherited failing I am to contend with when temptation comes. Do you wonder I am sometimes lonely and afraid?" "You darling!" he said under his breath. "Hush; that is forbidden. You know perfectly well it is. _Are_ you laughing? That is very horrid of you when I'm trying _so_ hard not to listen when you use forbidden words to me. But I heard you once when I should not have heard you. Does that seem centuries ago? Alas for us both, Ulysses, when I heard your voice calling me under the Southern stars! Would you ever have spoken if you knew what you know now?" "I would have told you the truth sooner." "Told me what truth?" "That I love you, Calypso." "You always answer like a boy! Ah, well I--if you knew how easily a girl believes such answers!" He bent his head, raising her bare fingers to his lips. A tiny shock passed through them both; she released her hand and buried it in the folds of her kilt. There was a pale flare of moonlight behind the forest; trunks and branches were becoming more distinct. A few moments later the Indian, bending low, came creeping back without a sound, and straightened up in the fathomless shadow of the oak, motioning Shiela and Hamil to rise. "Choo-lee," he motioned with his lips; "Ko-la-pa-kin!" Lips close to Hamil's ear she whispered: "He says that there are seven in that pine. Can you see them?" He strained his eyes in vain; she had already found them and now stood close to his shoulder, whispering the direction. "I can't make them out," he said. "Don't wait for me, but take your chance at once." "Do you think I would do that?" "You _must_! You have never shot a turkey--" "Hush, silly. What pleasure would there be in it without you? Try to see them; look carefully. All those dark furry blotches against the sky are pine leaves, but the round shadowy lumps are turkeys; one is quite clearly silhouetted, now; even to his tail--" "I believe I _do_ see!" murmured Hamil. "By Jove, yes! Shiela, you're an angel to be so patient." "I'll take the top bird," she whispered. "Are you ready? We must be quick." "Ready," he motioned. Then in the dim light one of the shadowy bunches rose abruptly, standing motionless on the branch, craning a long neck into the moonlight. "Fire!" she whispered; and four red flashes in pairs split the gloom wide open for a second. Then roaring darkness closed about them.