Although surprised at this request, as well as the sudden change in the
man's manner, Jean did as she was requested. In a clear, sweet voice
she sang the first verse,
The Lord's my shepherd, I'll not want,
He makes me down to lie
In pastures green; He leadeth me
The quiet waters by.
She was about to begin the next verse when a step was heard outside, and then a heavy knock sounded upon the door.
CHAPTER XXV
UNMASKED
As Jean rose and opened the door a man at once entered, who stared at her in amazement. He was of medium size, clad in a short fur jacket, belted at the waist, heavy cap, rough homespun trousers, stuck into coarse socks, and moccasins on his feet. His face was covered with a ragged, bushy beard, flecked with frost, while particles of ice clung to his moustache. His small piercing eyes attracted Jean most of all, causing her to retreat a step or two. This the visitor noted, and laughed.
"I won't hurt ye, Miss," he said. "But, Lord! where have you dropped from? I didn't know there was a wench like you on this side of hell."
"Hold your tongue, Dave, and come over here," the man on the couch ordered.
The visitor at once obeyed, and crossed the room. He looked upon the invalid with surprise.
"Hello! what's wrong with you?" he asked.
"Oh, I met with an accident. But what are you doing here, Dave? What do you want?"