She wanted to ask the pilot what happened to the D.X.123. She could not. At last she rose from her place.
“I—I’m going for a little walk,” she said. “All alone. I won’t get lost. I’ll watch the light from the house. It will guide me back.”
The crisp night air was like ice on a hot summer day to her burning cheeks. Her mind was full of wild thoughts. How strange life was!
Then she looked up at the heavens. The stars were there, had been there since earliest history of man, and long before that. Back of the stars was God. And God was from everlasting to everlasting.
“God guide me aright!” she prayed reverently.
So she wandered on and on over the trail that ran up the ridge and led to a view of the great Lake Superior. She wanted to see the moon as it shone upon the dark waters of night.
She was not destined to have her wish. Suddenly as she rounded that clump of spruce trees, she heard a groan that sent a chill of terror coursing up her spine.
Turning quickly about, she saw, not ten paces behind her, the most gigantic moose that had ever lived, or so it seemed to her. His antlers were like broad flat beams and his eyes, as she threw her flashlight’s glow upon them, shone like fire.
“Oh!” she exclaimed. “Go back! Go back!” But the giant moose came straight on.