He took her hands in his and raised them to his lips.
"I must go; I must go," she said.
"Come, we will go with you," said the young man.
He put his arm around the waist of the girl. They walked slowly up the side of the ridge, with Strong beside them, throwing light upon their path. Master heard from her how it befell that darkness had overtaken her in the basin of Catamount, and she learned from him why they had come out in their canoe.
"You will not be afraid of me any more," he said.
She stopped and raised one of his hands and held it against her cheek with a little moan of fondness. Curiously she felt his face.
"It is so dark—I cannot see you," she whispered.
"I loathe the darkness that hides your beauty from me," said the young man.
Strong turned his light upon her face. Tears glittered in the lashes of her eyes and a new peace and trustfulness were upon her countenance.
"We shall see better to-morrow," the young man said.