"You are right, boy," the squatter observed, presently; "let us await them; the more so, as, if I am not mistaken, I can recognize an old acquaintance among them."
"The woman who saved us, I believe."
"Right; by Jove! the meeting is a strange one. Poor woman, I am delighted to see her again."
Ten minutes later the parties joined; after the first salutations, the She-wolf took the word.
"Do you recognize me, John Black?"
"Of course I do, my worthy woman," he replied, with emotion; "although I only saw you for a few moments, and under terrible circumstances, the remembrance of you has never left my heart and mind; I have only one wish, and that is, that you will give me the opportunity to prove it."
A flash of joy shot from the She-wolfs eye.
"Are you speaking seriously?" she asked, quickly.
"Try me."
"Good; I was not deceived in you. I am glad of what I did. I see that the service I rendered you has not fallen on ungrateful soil."