They sat down under the spreading branches of an elm for a few minutes, then, in spite of his expostulations, Beatrice started north again. "We can walk till midnight," he pleaded, "without finding it, and it's foolish, anyway."
"No, it isn't; see there!"
In the air, between the bluff and the lake, hung a shimmering thread of light which seemed close by, and all at once he became as eager as she. They walked rapidly for a few moments, then Beatrice stopped.
"Why," she said, in a high key, "it's a house!"
"Be careful," warned Robert, "we'd better go back."
"I'm not going back till I see. I've come too far!"
A little farther on, they came to it. Set far back into the bluff, so that only the face of it was visible, was a little one-roomed cabin, built of logs. The door was open, but the place was empty, as Beatrice discovered. "Come in," she said hospitably.
"We'd better go back," said Forsyth, warningly. "Come!"
"I will, in just a minute."