It blew and stormed and stormed, and the thin, nasal voice of "Rev. Smatter" was utterly lost in the wind. The slanting lances of snow drove down on the casket, building a white mound over the flowers, blotting the hemlock boughs from sight. There was no time to be lost now; the ground was freezing under a veering and bitter wind out of the west. Mr. Lyken's talented assistants had some difficulty in shaping the mound which snow began to make into a white and flawless monument. The last slap of the spade rang with a metallic jar across the lake, where snow already blotted the newly forming film of ice; the human denizens of the wilderness filtered back into it one by one; "Rev. Smatter" got into his sleigh, plainly concerned about the road; Mr. Lyken betrayed unprofessional haste in loading his wagon with his talented assistants and starting for Ghost Lake. A Game Protector or two put on snow-shoes when they departed. Trooper Lannis led out his horse and Stormont's, and got into the saddle. "I'd better get these beasts into Ghost Lake while I can," he said. "You'll follow on snow-shoes, won't you, Jack?" "I don't know. I may need a sleigh for Eve. She can't remain here all alone. I'll telephone the Inn." Darragh, in blanket outfit, a pair of snow-shoes on his back, a rifle in his mittened hand, came trudging up from the lake. He and Stormont watched Lannis riding away with the two horses. "He'll make it all right, but it's time he started," said the latter. Darragh nodded: "Some storm. Where is Eve?" "In her room." "What is she going to do, Jack?" "Marry me as soon as possible. She wants to stay here for a few days but I can't leave her here alone. I think I'll telephone to Ghost Lake for a sleigh." "Let me talk to her," said Darragh in a low voice. "Do you think you'd better--at such a time?" "I think it's a good time. It will divert her mind, anyway. I want her to come to Harrod Place." "She won't," said Stormont grimly. "She might. Let me talk to her." "Do you realise how she feels toward you, Jim?" "I do, indeed. And I don't blame her. But let me tell you; Eve Strayer is the most honest and fair-minded girl I ever knew.... Except one.... I'll take a chance that she'll listen to me.... Sooner or later she will be obliged to hear what I have to tell her.... But it will be easier for her--for everybody--if I speak to her now. Let me try, Jack." Stormont hesitated, looked at him, nodded. Darragh stood his rifle against the bench on the kitchen porch. They entered the house slowly. And met Eve descending the stairs. The girl looked at Darragh, astonished, then her pale face flushed with anger. "What are you doing in this house?" she demanded unsteadily. "Have you no decency, no shame?" "Yes," he said, "I am ashamed of what my kinsman has done to you and yours. That is partly why I am here."