She started to run in the direction of the voice, stopping every few steps to call, and to hear the reassuring reply. She was at the brushy edge of the summit when through the mist came the words--it was a man's voice, and it made her heart leap---- "Stay where you are! Don't move--I will come to you!" She stood still, for in that voice there was a commanding tone which she was only too eager to obey. She called again and again, but she waited, and all at once, right in front of her it seemed, the voice said: "Well, Conny, it's a good thing I found you. If you had played around here much longer you might have got wet." But Constance was in no mood to take the matter lightly. "Frank! Oh, Frank!" she cried, and half running, half reeling forward, she fell into his arms. And then for a little she gave way and sobbed on his shoulder, just as any girl might have done who had been lost and miserable and had all at once found the shoulder of a man she loved. Then, brokenly---- "Oh, Frank--how did you know I was here?" His arm was about her and he was holding her close. But for the rest, he was determined to treat it lightly. "Well, you know," he said, "you made a good deal of noise about it, and I thought I recognized the tones." "But how did you come to set out to look for me? How did you know that I came? Oh, it was brave of you--in this awful fog and with no guide!" She believed, then, that he had set out purposely to search for her. He would let her think so for the moment. "Why, that's nothing," he said; "a little run up the mountain is just fun for me, and as for fogs, I've always had a weakness for fogs since a winter in London. I didn't really know you were up here, but that might be the natural conclusion if you weren't at home, or at the Lodge--after what happened yesterday, of course." "Oh, Frank, forgive me--I was so horrid yesterday." "Don't mention it--I didn't give it a second thought." "But, Frank--" then suddenly she stopped, for her eye had caught the basket, and the great fish dangling at his side. "Frank!" she concluded, "where in the world did you get that enormous trout?" It was no use after that, so he confessed and briefly told her the tale--how it was by accident that he had found her--how he had set out at daybreak to find the wonderful flower. "And haven't you found it either?" he asked, glancing down at her basket. Then, in turn, she told how she had missed the tripod just as the fog came down and could not get near it again. "And oh, I have lost my luncheon, too," she exclaimed, "and you must be starving. I must have lost it when I fell." "Then we'll waste no time in getting home. It's beginning to rain a little now. We'll be pretty miserable if we stay up here any longer." "But the trail--how will you find it in this awful mist?" "Well, it should be somewhere to the west, I think, and with the compass, you see----" He had been feeling in a pocket and now stared at her blankly.