“I found you in the forest, wounded and senseless,” said the girl, simply.
“In the same ravine where I met you, was it not?”
“Yes.”
“Strange that twice in that one spot I should have come so near to death and yet escaped it.”
“It was Providence that sent me to your aid. I know not why I directed my steps to that spot,” and a half blush was on her face as she spoke, for, to speak truthfully, she should have said that it was a secret but earnest wish to look again upon the scene where she had met the handsome stranger, that led her to the ravine. But that truth she would not own even to herself.
“I thank both Heaven and yourself for the timely rescue,” said Winthrop, earnestly.
“How did you receive your wound?” asked the girl.
“I do not know,” replied Winthrop, with a puzzled air.
“You do not know!” exclaimed Kate, in astonishment.