proached a break through the trees leading to the east which pointed a forking road.
"If that's the way to Wheedon's, I'll be off here, please," he said to Ethel.
She ordered Sam to stop, explaining, "Mr. Loutrelle wants to go to Wheedon's."
But she was quite sure, as she watched him fasten on his skis, that he was going directly to the Rock. She would go to Resurrection Rock, were she in his place; indeed, she wanted now to go to the Rock with him. Bagley—the man named in the letter from London whom nobody had known about until yesterday and who had never been seen here before—was at the Rock; Bagley, to whom Barney Loutrelle was to say he "Dick" and from whom he was to "take things over." What things?
She gazed at the Rock again and felt the blood running a bit colder within her. She looked back to Loutrelle who had pulled off his glove to offer his hand.
"B'jou, Miss Carew," he said, his eyes meeting hers. "You've been mighty good to me."
"Good-by," she replied unwillingly, taking off her glove also to grasp his hand. "You'll—" she stopped herself. She wanted to caution him, to say that she would like to help him and would aid him, if anything went wrong. But, before Sam, she could not. "You'll come and see me soon, I hope."
"I hope so," he assured. Color had gone from his face, too. Bagley was at the Rock; that made the chain of the circumstances in his letter from Hus complete. He was impatient to be away, she saw; but he would not show it before the Indian. "Thank your grandfather for his invitation to me, please," he added. "And tell him I will call."
