"Well, I will, some day. But the little chap that brought it to me was
like our--"

He stopped; both were thinking the same thing and knew they were. "I saw
the likeness from the first, too," the wife said.



III


The Gillespies arrived at their simpler log cabin half an hour later than
the Brailes at theirs. It was on the border of the settlement, and beyond
it for a mile there was nothing but woods, walnut and chestnut and
hickory, not growing thickly as the primeval forest grew to the northward
along the lake, but standing openly about in the pleasant park-like
freedom of the woods-pastures of that gentler latitude. Beyond the wide
stretch of trees and meadow lands, the cornfields and tobacco patches
opened to the sky again. On their farther border stood a new log cabin,
defined by its fresh barked logs in the hovering dark.

Gillespie pulled the leatherwood latch-string which lifted the catch of
his door, and pushed it open. "Go in, Jane," he said to his daughter, and
the girl vanished slimly through, with a glance over her shoulder at Dylks
where he stood aloof a few steps from her father.

Gillespie turned to his guest. "Did you see her?" he asked.

"Yes, I walked over to her house this morning."