She pointed with her trembling hand up the creek to the place where, between the dark underwood, the foam-streaks of the waterfall fluttered.
"Where?" asked Lambert.
"Conrad! I thought I saw him slipping away between the trunks of the trees."
Lambert shook his head.
"Then he would be there yet," said he. "It must have been a deer that wanted to go to the spring. Surely you are causelessly frightened. I can well believe that the youth finds my beautiful girl handsome, but love as I do, that he cannot. Hereafter he will be happy in seeing me happy."
"But now I surely have heard a human voice," cried Catherine.
"I, too, this time," said Lambert, "but it came from up the creek. Hark!"
"He, holla, holla, he, ho!" it now sounded.
"That is Aunt Ursul," said Lambert. "How does she come now to be here?"
A dark shadow passed over his face, which however at once disappeared as Catherine impressed a hearty kiss on his lips, and said: "Quick, Lambert; let us now go to meet your aunt. See that she observes nothing. Do you hear?"