Swift had disappeared.
The solid ice ran close to the spot where the horse had plunged through, and Frank soon succeeded in getting hold of Inza and helping her out.
That evening Inza received Frank at Alvin Brander’s. The facts of her last thrilling adventure had been carefully kept from her father, who was resting easily.
Inza herself had been sorely shaken, but her brave spirit kept her up, and her healthy body had made it possible for her to endure it all without being overcome.
Indeed, to Frank it seemed that she looked more charming than ever. She shuddered when she thought of the fate of Roy Swift.
Somehow, Frank was uneasy. He could not seem to bring himself to speak of the things which sought utterance.
“Inza,” he said, “do you think you dare venture out this evening? It is a beautiful night and not very cold.”
“Yes,” she said, “I believe it will make me feel better.”
So, a little later, they were walking together, her gloved hand resting on his arm. The white moon looked down at them and smiled, while the knowing little stars winked wisely at each other.
Frank’s heart was strangely full. Still, something sealed his lips.