“Ah, dear God!” she sighed, pressing her clenched hands to her breast.
The storm passed as quickly as it had arisen. She stooped, patted the dog, and bade him remain there on guard. Then, without ever a glance at Willard, she said:
“I have made my choice. I am ready!”
CHAPTER XI
POWER’S HOME-COMING
It chanced that Peter Granite occupied the fore part of the canoe; consequently, great as was the distance, he saw Willard and Nancy leaving the hut and disappearing among the trees. He tossed a question over his shoulder.
“You hain’t been expectin’ anyone, hev you?” he demanded.
“How do you mean?”
“I’ve a sort o’ notion Mrs. Power has just quit, with a man.”