But at the outset she had plunged him into mystery. If she had asked him to draw the automatic at his side and leap into battle with a dozen of his kind he would not have been surprised. He had expected something like that. But this other--her first demand upon him! What could it mean? Shrouded in mystery, bound by his oath of honour to make no effort to uncover her secret, he was to accompany her back to her home AS HER HUSBAND! And after that--at the end--he was to go out into the forest, and die--for her, for all who had known him. He wondered if she had meant these words literally, too. He smiled, and slowly his eyes scanned the lake. He was already beginning to reason, to guess at the mystery which she had told him he could not unveil if he lived a thousand years. But he could at least work about the edges of it.
Suddenly he concentrated his gaze at a point on the lake three quarters of a mile away. It was close to sh.o.r.e, and he was certain that he had seen some movement there--a flash of sunlight on a shifting object.
Probably he had caught a reflection of light from the palmate horn of a moose feeding among the water-lily roots. He leaned forward, and shaded his eyes. In another moment his heart gave a quicker throb. What he had seen was the flash of a paddle. He made out a canoe, and then two. They were moving close in-sh.o.r.e, one following the other, and apparently taking advantage of the shadows of the forest. Philip"s hand shifted to the b.u.t.t of his automatic. After all there might be fighting of the good old-fashioned kind. He looked back in the direction of the tent.
The girl had reappeared, and was looking at him. She waved a hand, and he ran down to meet her. She had been crying. The dampness of tears still clung to her lashes; but the smile on her lips was sweet and welcoming, and now, so frankly that his face burned with pleasure, she held out a hand to him.
"I was rude to run away from you in that way," she apologized. "But I couldn"t cry before you. And I wanted to cry."
"Because you were glad, or sorry?" he asked.
"A little of both," she replied. "But mostly glad. A few hours ago it didn"t seem possible that there was any hope for me. Now--"
"There is hope," he urged.
"Yes, there is hope."
For an instant he felt the warm thrill of her fingers as they clung tighter to his. Then she withdrew her hand, gently, smiling at him with sweet confidence. Her eyes were like pure, soft violets. He wanted to kneel at her feet, and cry out his thanks to G.o.d for sending him to her. Instead of betraying his emotion, he spoke of the canoes.
"There are two canoes coming along the sh.o.r.e of the lake," he said.
"Are you expecting some one?"
The smile left her lips. He was startled by the suddenness with which the colour ebbed from her face and the old fear leapt back into her eyes.
"Two? You are sure there are two?" Her fingers clutched his arm almost fiercely. "And they are coming this way?"
"We can see them from the top of the rock ridge," he said. "I am sure there are two. Will you look for yourself?"
She did not speak as they hurried to the bald cap of the ridge. From the top Philip pointed down the lake. The two canoes were in plain view now. Whether they contained three or four people they could not quite make out. At sight of them the last vestige of colour had left the girl"s cheeks. But now, as she stood there breathing quickly in her excitement, there came a change in her. She threw back her head. Her lips parted. Her blue eyes flashed a fire in which Philip in his amazement no longer saw fear, but defiance. Her hands were clenched.
She seemed taller. Back into her cheeks there burned swiftly two points of flame. All at once she put out a hand and drew him back, so that the cap of the ridge concealed them from the lake.
"An hour ago those canoes would have made me run off into the forest--and hide," she said. "But now I am not afraid! Do you understand?"
"Then you trust me?"
"Absolutely."
"But--surely--there is something that you should tell me: Who they are, what your danger is, what I am to do."
"I am hoping that I am mistaken," she replied. "They may not be those whom I am dreading--and expecting. All I can tell you is this: You are Paul Darcambal. I am Josephine, your wife. Protect me as a wife. I will be constantly at your side. Were I alone I would know what to expect.
But--with you--they may not offer me harm. If they do not, show no suspicion. But be watchful. Don"t let them get behind you. And be ready always--always--to use that--if a thing so terrible must be done!" As she spoke she lay a hand on his pistol. "And remember: I am your wife!"
"To live that belief, even in a dream, will be a joy as unforgettable as life itself," he whispered, so low that, in turning her head, she made as if she had not heard him.
"Come," she said. "Let us follow the coulee down to the lake. We can watch them from among the rocks."
She gave him her hand as they began to traverse the boulder-strewn bed of the creek. Suddenly he said:
"You will not suspect me of cowardice if I suggest that there is not one chance in a hundred of them discovering us?"
"No," she replied, with a glance so filled with her confidence and faith that involuntarily he held her hand closer in his own. "But I want them to find us--if they are whom I fear. We will show ourselves on the sh.o.r.e."
He looked at her in amazement before the significance of her words had dawned upon him. Then he laughed.
"That is the greatest proof of your faith you have given me," he said.
"With me you are anxious to face your enemies. And I am as anxious to meet them."
"Don"t misunderstand me," she corrected him quickly. "I am praying that they are not the ones I suspect. But if they are--why, yes, I want to face them--with you."
They had almost reached the lake when he said:
"And now, I may call you Josephine?"
"Yes, that is necessary."
"And you will call me--"
"Paul, of course--for you are Paul Darcambal."
"Is that quite necessary?" he asked. "Is it not possible that you might allow me to retain at least a part of my name, and call me Philip?
Philip Darcambal?"
"There really is no objection to that," she hesitated. "If you wish I will call you Philip, But you must also be Paul--your middle name, perhaps."
"In the event of certain exigencies," he guessed.
"Yes."
He had still a.s.sisted her over the rocks by holding to her hand, and suddenly her fingers clutched his convulsively. She pointed to a stretch of the open lake. The canoes were plainly visible not more than a quarter of a mile away. Even as he felt her trembling slightly he laughed.
"Only three!" he exclaimed. "Surely it is not going to demand a great amount of courage to face that number, Josephine?"
"It is going to take all the courage in the world to face one of them,"
she replied in a low, strained voice. "Can you make them out? Are they white men or Indians?"
"The light is not right--I can"t decide," he said, after a moment"s scrutiny. "If they are Indians--"
"They are friends," she interrupted. "Jean--my Jean Croisset--left me hiding here five days ago. He is part French and part Indian. But he could not be returning so soon. If they are white--"
"We will expose ourselves on the beach," he finished significantly.
She nodded. He saw that in spite of her struggle to remain calm she was seized again by the terror of what might be in the approaching canoes.
He was straining his eyes to make out their occupants when a low cry drew his gaze to her.
"It is Jean," she gasped, and he thought that he could hear her heart beating. "It is Jean--and the others are Indians! Oh, my G.o.d, how thankful I am--"
She turned to him.
"You will go back to the camp--please. Wait for us there, I must see Jean alone. It is best that you should do this."