"Babby safe! Babby safe!" she murmured.
"Yes, Kitty, I am safe," Jean assured her, looking fondly upon the faithful Indian.
Then before anything more could be said, Norman partly lifted himself from the couch, and stared hard at the visitors.
"Come here, quick," he ordered in a hoarse, eager voice. "Is it true, or am I only dreaming?"
Jean and Dane at once crossed the room, and knelt by the couch. Impulsively the son caught his father's left hand in his and raised it to his lips.
"It is no dream, father," he said. "I have come back, and Jean is with me. Do you forgive me?"
Still somewhat uncertain, Norman lifted his right hand and touched his son's face. Then he turned his eyes wonderingly toward the girl.
"Yes, yes," he said, "it is no dream. You are both here. Thank God, you have come at last!"
"And you forgive me?" Dane again asked.
"Yes, yes. My heart forgave you long ago. Oh, if you had only come sooner! But it's too late now, too late!"