Gradually the tremor passed out of his limbs and a delicious sense of warmth, of safety, stole over him, and he closed his eyes in the comfort of her presence and care. “Rigorous business this life of the pioneer,” he said, with mocking inflection. “I think I prefer a place in the lumber trust.”
“Don’t talk,” she said. Then, with a rush of tender remorse: “Why didn’t you tell me to stop? I didn’t realize that you were so tired. We could have stopped at the Springs.”
“I didn’t know how tired I was till I got here. Gee,” he said, boyishly, “that door-knob at the back of my head is red-hot! You’re good to me,” he added, humbly.
She hated to have him resume that tone of self-depreciation, and, kneeling to him, she kissed his cheek, and laid her head beside his. “You’re splendid,” she insisted. “Nobody could be braver; but you should have told me you were exhausted. You fooled me with your cheerful answers.”
He accepted her loving praise, her clasping arms, as a part of the rescue from the darkness and pain of the long ride, careless of what it might bring to him in the future. He ate his toast and drank his coffee, and permitted the women to lead him to his room, and then being alone he crept into his bed and fell instantly asleep.
Berrie and her mother went back to the sitting-room, and Mrs. McFarlane closed the door behind them. “Now tell me all about it,” she said, in the tone of one not to be denied.
The story went along very smoothly till the girl came to the second night in camp beside the lake; there her voice faltered, and the reflective look in the mother’s eyes deepened as she learned that her daughter had shared her tent with the young man. “It was the only thing to do, mother,” Berrie bravely said. “It was cold and wet outside, and you know he isn’t very strong, and his teeth were chattering, he was so chilled. I know it sounds strange down here; but up there in the woods in the storm what I did seemed right and natural. You know what I mean, don’t you?”
“Yes, I understand. I don’t blame you—only—if others should hear of it—”
“But they won’t. No one knows of our being alone there except Tony and father.”
“Are you sure? Doesn’t Mrs. Belden know?”