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. "It is Jean--and the others are Indians! Oh, my
God, how thankful I am--"

She turned to him.

"You will go back to the camp--please. Wait for us there, I must
see Jean alone. It is best that you should do this."

To obey without questioning her or expostulating against his
sudden dismissal, he knew was in the code of his promise to her.
And he knew by what he saw in her face that Jean's return had set
the world trembling under her feet, that for her it was charged
with possibilities as tremendous as if the two canoes had
contained those whom she had at first feared.

"Go," she whispered. "Please go."

Without a word he returned in the direction of the camp.





CHAPTER FIVE