In a few minutes his keen eyes caught sight of something huddled at the foot of a lordly tree. That it was a human form he was sure, and as he stepped forward a great cry of surprise leaped from his lips. Like one almost bereft of his senses he sprang toward the girl, caught her in his arms, and looked into her white face.
"Jean! Jean!" he passionately cried. "Don't you know me, your own
Dane? Open your eyes, and speak to me!"
Slowly, as if coming out of a troubled dream, the girl opened her eyes, and stared into her lover's face.
"Don't look at me that way," he pleaded. "Don't you know me? It is
Dane."
Then he kissed her again, and again, beseeching her, and calling upon her to speak.
Gradually the light of understanding dawned in Jean's eyes. At first she imagined it was but a happy dream from which she would shortly awaken. But as those strong arms held her firm, and that loved face remained close to hers, she knew that in very truth it was her own Dane. Her lips parted in a glad smile, and reaching out her arms, she impulsively twined them about his neck.
"Dane! Dane!" she murmured. "How did you find me? Thank God, you came in time."
Like a tired child she rested in his sheltering arms, and gave herself up completely to his protecting care. The wind continued to roar, and the great trees rocked and swayed. But the reunited lovers paid no heed to the raging of the elements. They were together again, and nothing else mattered.