This is what she was saying:

"I cannot point to any one man of the many who have been about us
ever since we started north. But that we have been watched and our
route followed, I feel quite convinced. So does Miss Weeks. But,
as you saw, no one besides ourselves left the cars at this
station, and I am beginning to hope that we shall remain
unmolested till we can take the trip to Tempest Lodge. How far is
it, Mr. Black?"

"Twenty-five miles and over a very rough mountain road. Did I not
confidently expect to find Oliver there, I should not let you
undertake this ride. But the inquiries I have just made lead me to
hope for the best results. I was told that yesterday a young man
bound for Tempest Lodge, stopped to buy a large basket of supplies
at the village below us. I could not learn his name and I saw no
one who could describe him; but the fact that any one not born in
these parts should choose to isolate himself so late in the year
as this, in a place considered inaccessible after the snow flies,
has roused much comment."

"That looks as if--as if--"

"As if it were Oliver. So it does; and if you feel that you can
ride so far, I will see that horses are saddled for us at an early
hour to-morrow morning."

"I can ride, but will Oliver be pleased to see us at Tempest
Lodge. Mr. Black, I had an experience in Utica which makes it very