, with a glance so filled with her confidence and
faith that involuntarily he held her hand closer in his own. "But I
want them to find us--if they are whom I fear. We will show ourselves
on the shore."

He looked at her in amazement before the significance of her words had
dawned upon him. Then he laughed.

"That is the greatest proof of your faith you have given me," he said.
"With me you are anxious to face your enemies. And I am as anxious to
meet them."

"Don't misunderstand me," she corrected him quickly. "I am praying that
they are not the ones I suspect. But if they are--why, yes, I want to
face them--with you."

They had almost reached the lake when he said:

"And now, I may call you Josephine?"

"Yes, that is necessary."

"And you will call me--"

"Paul, of course--for you are Paul Darcambal."

"Is that quite necessary?" he asked. "Is it not possible that you might
allow me to retain at least a part of my name, and call me Philip?
Philip Darcambal?"

"There really is no objection to that," she hesitated. "If you wish I
will call you Philip, But you must also be Paul--your middle name,
perhaps."

"In the event of certain exigencies," he guessed.

"Yes."

He had still assisted her over the rocks by holding to her hand, and
suddenly her fingers clutched his convulsively. She pointed to a
stretch of the open lake. The canoes were plainly visible not more than
a quarter of a mile away. Even as he felt her trembling slightly he
laughed.

"Only three!" he exclaimed. "Surely it is not going to demand a great
amount of courage to face that number, Josephine?"

"It is going to take all the courage in the world to face one of them,"
she replied in a low, strained voice. "Can you make them out? Are they
white men or Indians?"

"The light is not right--I can't decide," he said, after a moment's
scrutiny. "If they are Indians--"

"They are friends," she interrupted. "Jean--my Jean Croisset--left me
hiding here five days ago. He is part French and part Indian. But he
could not be returning so soon. If they are white--"

"We will expose ourselves on the beach," he finished significantly.

She nodded. He saw that in spite of her struggle to remain calm she was
seized again by the terror of what might be in the approaching canoes.
He was straining his eyes to make out their occupants when a low cry
drew his gaze to her.

"It is Jean," she gasped, and he thought that he could hear her heart
beating.