He removed the body of the savage; then, taking a vessel, hurried down to the falls to bring some cool water with which to bathe the brow of the maiden.
When he returned he was surprised to find her recovered, and sitting up on the bed, gazing about in a kind of bewilderment.
“Silvia, my darling!” exclaimed the ranger.
She looked around, her senses returning.
“Oh, Rodger!” she exclaimed, springing from the couch and snatching the paper; “but you must not see it.”
“But I have seen it, Silvia.”
“And read it?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, Rodger! I promised never to breathe a word of it to you.”
“Promised who?”