"I am nae coward," he said, lifting his head.
"Then you must apologize to Wathemah before the children to-morrow."
"Yes, mum."
Then she dismissed him, telling him to remember what he had done, when he prayed to God that night.
"Did God hear me lie?" he asked.
"I think so, Donald."
The child looked troubled.
"I didna think o' that. I'll tell Him I'm sorry," he said as he left the schoolroom.
He began to search for Wathemah, that he might make peace with him.
At first Carla's search was fruitless. Then she sought him in a place she knew he loved, away up the canyon. There, sure enough, she found him. He sat on a bowlder near a cascade with his back toward her. Beyond him, on the other side of the stream, rose the overhanging cliffs. He did not hear her step as he listened to the music of the waters.