"Back in the wood—anchored. I'll slip back and fetch them."
"No," said Stane, "I will go back for them."
He turned, and Helen turned with him.
"You don't mind," she whispered.
"Mind!"
She walked by his side, a hand on his arm. Once when they were well in the shadows of the wood they stopped, and with his arm about her he kissed her.
"My dear!" he whispered, "my dear."
Helen said nothing immediately, but gave a little sobbing laugh of gladness. Then after a moment she asked, "How did you escape? How did you find me?"
"It is too long a story to tell you the whole of it just now. But right in the nick of time, when I was expecting to die, the owner of our cabin, Jean Bènard came back. He saved my life; but as he knew nothing about you, the attackers got away with you, but as soon as he heard my story he got ready to pursue, and having found out that your kidnappers were making for the Little Moose we took a short cut and waited for you. We were at your heels when the rifles fired from the shore——"
"Then you were with that second sledge?"