nough for me."

In the kitchen he had changed his own outer, soaked clothing for a suit
of Martin's which Mrs. Leland had given him, and now the general effect
of his appearance was that of a very small boy in a very large hat.
But he had not forgotten to transfer Wayne's note with the transfer of
garments. And when Wanda left the room presently for the sandwich Dart
had requested he followed her, his coat and trousers seeming to flow
about him and after him with a will of their own.

"Love and kisses from Red," he whispered, handing her the note.

And be it said to the credit of Mr. Willie Dart that, although he had
been perfectly aware that there was a steaming kettle of water on the
kitchen stove, his haste had been so great to deliver the message that
he had not taken time to avail himself of the opportunity.

That night Wanda went quietly about her preparation for to-morrow. Her
skis, gathering dust in the attic, were brought down, cleaned and given
the thin coat of shellac which, drying by morning, would put them in
shape. A glance outdoors showed her that it had stopped raining and
was clear and cold. There would be a good crust formed during the
night. Shandon's note, which she read more than once, ran:--

"Dear Wanda--Will you try to meet me at your cliff to-morrow? I have
something which I must tell you.

"WAYNE."

All night, waking or sleeping, Wanda was restless and worried. She had
guessed swiftly that the thing Wayne was going to tell her had
something to do with Helga Strawn; it might also have something to do
with Garth and Martin Leland. Garth had been strangely agitated when
he burst into the house. Then he and her father were closeted for a
long time in the study, their voices at times raised in what sounded
like anger, at times lowered almost to whispers. She knew that Martin
had gone out to the men's quarters, that Jim had saddled his horse and
ridden away upon some errand which must have been born of Garth's
coming. She felt that it all was in some way connected with Wayne
Shandon and she was a little afraid.

In the morning, as Wanda made her early breakfast alone, a glance
outside at the white world showed her that where there had been jagged
rocks and logs strewn upon the hillsides, now there were only smooth
mounds. Tree stumps and fences, their identity already lost, were
hooded things that in another two days would be completely covered and
hidden.

The girl buckled