Dave wakened. They saw him stir. They watched him try to draw his arms from behind him. It was just a faint, little-understanding pull at first. Then he wrenched and tugged with all his strength, flopping strangely in the dirt. The effort increased until it was some way suggestive of an animal in the death struggle,--a fur bearer dying in the trap. Terror was upon him. It was in his wild eyes and his moonlit face; it was in the desperation and frenzy of his struggles. And the two women saw it and smiled into each other's eyes. Slowly his efforts ceased. He lay still in the pine needles. He turned his head, first toward Linda, then to the inscrutable, dark face of the old woman. As understanding came to him, the cold drops emerged upon his swarthy skin. "Good God!" he asked. "What are you going to do?" "I'm going back," Linda answered. "You had some other purpose in bringing me out here--or you wouldn't have brought Elmira, too. I'm going back to wait for Bruce." "And you and I will linger here," Elmira told him. "We have many things to say to each other. We have many things to do. About my Abner--there are many things you'll want to hear of him." The last vestige of the man's spirit broke beneath the words. Abner had been old Elmira's son,--a youth who had laughed often, and the one hope of the old woman's declining years. And he had fallen before Dave's ambush in a half-forgotten fight of long years before. The man shivered in his bonds. Linda turned to go. The silence of the wilderness deepened about them. "Oh, Linda, Linda," the man called. "Don't leave me. Don't leave me here with her!" he pleaded. "Please--please don't leave me in this devil's power. Make her let me go." But Linda didn't seem to hear. The brush crackled and rustled; and the two--this dark-hearted man and the avenger--were left together. XX The homeward journey over the ridges had meant only pleasure to Bruce. Every hour of it had brought a deeper and more intimate knowledge of the wilderness. The days had been full of little, nerve-tingling adventures, and the nights full of peace. And beyond all these, there was the hope of seeing Linda again at the end of the trail. Thoughts of her hardly ever left him throughout the long tramp. She had more than fulfilled every expectation. It was true that he had found no one of his own kin, as he had hoped; but the fact opened up new possibilities that would have been otherwise forbidden.