who had ever travelled so far inland. We have been at Dearborn for
nearly a year."

She rose to her feet, and swept her eyes, with some anxiety, around
upon dim mounds of sand that appeared more fantastic than ever in the
darkness.

"Had we not better be going?" she asked. "There is surely a storm
gathering yonder."

"Yes," I answered, for I had not been indifferent to the clouds
steadily banking up in the north. "Yet you have not told me your name,
and I should be most glad to know it."

The girl courtesied mockingly, as though half inclined to laugh at my
insistence.

"What is a name?" she exclaimed. "'Tis not that for which we greatly
care. Now I--I am simply Mademoiselle Antoinette,--at least, so most
of those I care for call me; and from now on, the very good friend of
Master John Wayland."

I was deeply conscious that I blushed at her words and manner; but with
it there arose an instant query in my mind: could this be the fair
Toinette whom De Croix sought so ardently? I greatly feared it; yet I
resolved I would not mention his name to her.

"It has a decided French sound," I stammered.

She laughed at my tone, with a quick shrug of her shoulders.