“

She nodded: “Yes — he’s too much like her — but, being a man, scarcely as innocent of intention, I’ve said as much to her, and left her pouting — the silly little jade.”

We said nothing more, having come in sight of the low house of logs where Lois dwelt.

“The poor child,” said Mrs. Bleecker softly. “Lord! What a kennel for a human being!”

As we approached we saw Mrs. Rannock crossing the clearing in the distance, laden with wash from the fort; and I briefly acquainted my handsome companion with her tragic history. Then, coming to the door, I knocked. A lovely figure opened for us.

So astonished was I —