place. He caught her two hands in his, and with them he felt the soft,
damp crush of her hair between his fingers. Words tumbled from his
lips. He could not remember afterward all that he said. Her eyes
widened, and they never for an instant left his own. Thank her! He told
her what had happened to him--in the heart and soul of him--from the
hour she had come to him at Cardigan's. He told her of dreams and
plans, of his determination to find her again after he had escaped, if
it took him all his life. He told her of Mercer, of his discovery of
her visit to Kim's Bayou, of his scheme to follow her down the Three
Rivers, to seek for her at Fort Simpson, to follow her to the Valley of
Silent Men, wherever it was. Thank her! He held her hands so tight they
hurt, and his voice trembled. Under the cloud of her hair a slow fire
burned in Marette Radisson's cheeks. But it did not show in her eyes.
They looked at him so steadily, so unfalteringly, that his own face
burned before he had finished what was in his mind to say, and he freed
her hands and stepped back from her again.

"Forgive me for saying all that," he entreated. "But it's true. You
came to me there, at Cardigan's place, like something I'd always
dreamed about, but never expected to find. And you came to me again, at
the cell, like--"

"Yes, I know how I came," she interrupted him. "Through the mud and the
rain, Mr. Kent. And it was so black I lost my way and was terrified to
think that I might not find barracks. I was half an hour behind Mr.
Fingers' schedule. For that reason I think Inspector Kedsty may return
at any moment, and you must not talk so loud--or so much."

"Lord!" he breathed in a whisper. "I have said a lot in a short time,
haven't I? But it isn't a hundredth part of what I want to get out of
my system. I won't ask the million questions that want to be asked. But
I must know why we are here. Why have we come to Kedsty's? Why didn't
we make for the river? There couldn't be a better night to get away."

"But it is not so good as the fifth night from now will be," she said,
resuming the task of drying her hair. "On that night you may go to the
river. Our plans were a little upset, you know, by Inspector Kedsty's
change in the date on which you were to leave for Edmonton.
Arrangements have been made so that on the fifth night you may leave
safely."

"And you?"

"I shall remain here." And then she added in a low voice that struck
his heart cold,