But Dupre did not answer.
CHAPTER XIX THE HUDSON'S BAY BRIGADE
The two days that followed were heavy ones to Maren.
No farther did they dare venture lest they pass to the west and miss the brigade coming down from the north and entering the lake at the northeast extremity.
So they waited on the shore in anxiety of spirit, watching the bright waters with eyes that ached with the intensity of the vigil, and Dupre hunted in the forest and over the sand dunes, among the high meadows that broke the heavy woods in this region, and down along the reaches of the water.
“Farther with each day!” thought Maren to herself. “Holy Mother, send the brigade!”
And Dupre echoed the thought in sadness of soul.
“More pain for her heart in each hour's delay. Would the trial were done!”
About three of the clock on the first day of waiting there came sounds of singing and a string of canoes rounded a bend of the shore at the south.