aw says so, and what is better, natur' says so; but ef a
man kill another man in his anger, when his blood is up and he is
strongly provoked to it, the law says there be a difference, and it
isn't murder. And I conceit that the girl be right, and that the man
has no right, in natur' or law either, to murder himself because in his
anger he murdered another man. And besides," continued the old man,
after a moment's pause, during which he had evidently made an effort at
memory, "ef there be any wrath in the case it belongs to the Lord and
not to man. Ye may recall the varse, Henry."

"_'Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord.'_" Such was the
quotation Herbert made.

"Sartinly, sartinly," answered the trapper, "that is it. Vengeance is
the Lord's, and he is the only one that can handle it rightly; and the
man had better leave it to the Lord."

For several moments Herbert made no reply; and then, as if speaking to
himself more than his companion, he said:

"How the girl loves him!"

"Ye've hit it, Henry," answered the trapper, promptly. "Yis, ye've hit
it in the centre. I noted her face, the look in her eyes and the
arnestness of her voice; and there is no doubt about the matter of the
lovin'. She is one of the quiet kind, boy; and she has got the faculty
of listenin' a long time, which isn't nateral to a woman. But when she
speaks, ye can see what she is. She has a quiet face but a detarmined
sperit. I've seed several of the same sort,--seed them afore the battle
and arter the battle; and I know what's in the heart of the girl. Yis, I
know what's in the heart of the girl," and the old man looked at his
companion across the camp fire.

The young man returned his gaze, and then said quietly:

"What is in the heart of the girl, John Norton?"

"Ef the man dies, the girl dies, too," answered the trapper, and
stooping, he pushed a brand into the centre of the fire.

"It is awful to think so," replied the young man, "it is awful to think
that one so lovely should die so miserable."

"She belongs to the kind that does seen things," answered the trapper.
"But whether ye can call her dyin' miserable, I sartinly doubt; for
there be some that can't die miserable owin' to their feelin's. And I've
noted that them who die feelin' a sartin way die happy whenever they
die; for death means one thing to one and another thing to another; and
the heart that has lost all, is happy to go in sarch of it, even ef it
be along th