'I can hear the rest to-morrow,' said Waring, rising with scant
courtesy.

'I am sorry you go so soon; couldn't you stay a few days?' said the
old man, lighting a brand. 'I am going over to-morrow to the shore
where I met you. I have some traps there; you might enjoy a little
hunting.'

'I have had too much of that already. I must get my dogs, and then I
should like to hit a steamer or vessel going below.'

'Nothing easier; we'll go over after the dogs early in the morning,
and then I'll take you right down to the islands if the wind is fair.
Would you like to look around the castle,--I am going to draw up the
ladders. No? This way, then; here is your room.'

It was a little side-chamber with one window high up over the water;
there was an iron bolt on the door, and the walls of bare logs were
solid. Waring stood his gun in one corner, and laid his pistols by the
side of the bed,--for there was a bed, only a rude framework like a
low-down shelf, but covered with mattress and sheets none the
less,--and his weary body longed for those luxuries with a longing
that only the wilderness can give,--the wilderness with its beds of
boughs, and no undressing. The bolt and the logs shut him in safely;
he was young and strong, and there were his pistols. 'Unless they burn
down their old castle,' he said to himself, 'they cannot harm me.' And
then he fell to thinking of the lovely childlike girl, and his heart
grew soft. 'Poor old man,' he said, 'how he must have worked and
stolen and starved to keep her safe and warm in this far-away nest of
his hidden in the fogs! I won't betray the old fellow, and I'll go