Wolf and carrion-bird alike had been cheated of their banquet of blood by the timely arrival of the Kanawha Queen.
In astonishment, Winthrop looked around him.
“Where am I?” he muttered, in a haze.
“In safety, in my poor cabin,” said Kate, softly.
Winthrop gave a slight start as the tone of her voice fell upon his ear.
He turned his glance upon the girl, and in a moment recognized her.
“Kate!” he exclaimed, in astonishment.
A warm blush, accompanied by a look of delight, swept over the girl’s face as Winthrop pronounced her name.
“You remember me, then?” she said, in joy.
“Yes, of course. Am I likely to forget one who saved my life? and now I suppose I owe a double debt, another life; for, as I guess, to you again I owe my existence.”