ring what had come over his young imperious
mistress.

But Glen was not thinking about Sconda, and she had no idea that she
had in any way annoyed the faithful native. She paddled straight
across the creek until she reached the opposite side. Here she ran the
canoe ashore, and watched most intently the big house in the distance.

She remained here for some time anxiously observing all that was taking
place around the house, expecting at any moment to see Reynolds come
forth. And when he did come, would he at once go down to the village,
to be conducted beyond the pass? Perhaps her father might send for the
guard, who would lead him forth as a prisoner. At this thought a
tremor shook her body, and she nervously drove the paddle into the
water, and sent the canoe reeling from the shore. Only in action now
could she endure the strain of waiting.

She had just reached the middle of the creek, when, glancing toward the
house, her heart gave a great leap, for there coming down to the wharf
was the very one of whom she was thinking. He was walking rapidly and
at the same time waving his hand to her. Instantly she headed the
canoe for the shore, and when its graceful bow touched lightly against
the wharf, he was standing there waiting to receive her. The smile
upon his face and light of joy in his eyes told her that all was well,
and so great was her happiness that for a moment she had no word to
say. Her cheeks were flushed with the invigorating exercise, and the
eyes which were turned to her lover's were moist with tears, and
gleamed like sparkling diamonds. Reynolds, too, was speechless for a
few seconds. A feeling of almost sacred awe swept upon him as he
looked upon that fair pure face. Although his life was clean and above
reproach, yet he felt most unworthy when in the presence of such a
beautiful, unsullied being. It never had affected him so intensely as
on this bright morning on the shore of that inland water. What right
had he to presume to love such a girl? he asked himself.

For several seconds neither spoke. It was that mysterious silence
which sometimes comes when heart responds to heart, and where love is
true and deep. Then they both laughed and the spell was broken. Just
why they laughed they could not tell, although they felt very happy.

"Come for a spin," Glen suggested. "I want to hear all. You paddle,"
she ordered, as she turned herself about in the canoe. "I have already
had my