"Yes, almost from the beginning of the war. I was a sharpshooter, you see, and so had excellent practice."
"Oh!" It was all the girl said, but it thrilled the young man's very soul, and when his eyes again met hers a sudden embarrassment came upon him.
"Do you live here?" he unexpectedly asked.
This question aroused Glen, and she at once assumed the defensive. The expression in her eyes changed, and she looked apprehensively around.
"A long way from here," she replied. "I must be off at once."
"Let me go with you, Miss Weston," Reynolds suggested. "You are unarmed, and may meet another grizzly before you reach home."
"How do you know who I am?" the girl asked. "You never saw me before, did you?"
"We travelled up the coast together on the Northern Light," Reynolds explained. "I was the one who drew the captain's attention to that canoe when the fog-bank lifted. You remember that, I suppose."
"Indeed I do, and too well at that. I wish that the fog had not lifted just then. Your eyes were too sharp that morning."
"But the men in the canoe were not sorry, though. They seemed to be mighty glad to be picked up."