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felt if there was pursuit it would be
safer far ashore. Just as the sun
broke through the mist we came unex-
pectedly to the mouth Of a small
stream leading into the main river
from the south. So thoroughly was 1t
concealed by a thick growth of bushes.
that we would have slipped by, had l
not been skiTting the shore closely,
seeking some such opening. l headed
the canoe straight In, pressing aside
the branches to gain passage, and
found beyond narrow creek, up which
we managed to paddle for several hun
dred yards. Then stepped over
board, and dragged the light craft still
higher. until | discovered a place Of
concealment behind a huge rotting
log.
Here we left it, Rene and | bearing
with us the guns and our small store
of provisions. had cut cane for
Brady, and, with It's help. he managed
to get along slowly, although sight Of
his face made my heart ache. Thus In
single file we waded up the tiny
stream, until we attained a ledge of
rocks where our feet would leave no
trail Over these we toiled, helping
each other, until we came to the up
land, into an open forest, carpeted
with autumn leaves. By this time
Brady was too exhausted to go further,
sinking helplessly on the ground. Rene
also looked worn and heavy-eyed, and
| had no heart to urge them on. We
ate sparsely of what food we had, but
Brady barely touched his portion.
wrapped him in our only blanket, and
the three of us slept.
It was the gray dawn when mademoi-
selle awoke me, shaking me soundly
ere | could be aroused That some
thing was wrong perceived instantly
from the expression of her face, and
sat up glancing hastily about, expect
ing the approach of savages.
What is it?'
He is gone, monsieur! Monsieur
Brady is gone"
Gone! You mean left camp. Why
that is impossible; he could barely
walk"
But he is not here, monsieur" she
insisted. See; it was there he lay. /
will tell you all know. l woke up In
the night and thought Of him, Of how
hard it was for so strong a man to be
so weak and i'll. Then I got up and
went over quietly to be sure he was
all right. But he was awake, mon
sieur, staring up at the sky with eyes
NrrfI, 4 4 H.
was nervous and could not sleep. No,
he told me he was not in pain, but
complained of being cold. | spread
more leaves over him, and he said that
was better. Then-then he took my
hand and kissed it, and begged me to
go back and--and lie down. He was
very nice and gentle and smiled at
me. So l went back, and crept into
my leaves, and tried to sleep. He did
not move, yet lay there a long while
thinking. think cried little, mon
sieur, for ! felt so sorry. At last /
slept again. 1t was just a little light
when | awoRe once more, and my first
memory was of him. went over there
aud--and he was gone. | could see
where he had rested in the leaves, and
the blanket on the ground, but-but he
was not there I sought for him, but
there was no trace-nothing. So
came and woke you"
was on my feet, a feeling OF dread
Juggling at my heart. | felt that ! al
ready knew what had happened. yet
could not tell her-not now, not until
was sure
"He could not have gone far, Rene"
said hastily. Perhaps to the river
for a drink. Come, we will see"
The ground about the camp had
been so trampled by our feet that, at
first. l could not pick up the trail.
Finally, taking a wider circle, came
upon softer soil and the imprint of his
moccasins. ] knew they we're his be-
cause of one foot dragging, and the
impression Of his cane. They led down
toward the river, and l followed swift
ly, the girl close behind, until we stood
at the edge of the stream. The mans
trail ended there. ! explored the bank
for some distance up and down, but
without result There we're tears
glmmering in Rene's eyes, as came
back-she also was beginning to I'M
derstand. Without a word l waded
out into the water, and swan across to
the other shore. There was nothing
there-no sign. no mark of any de-
scriptlon-and came back to where
she waited, wading out with dripping
garments to the bank.
"There-there was nothing. mon
sieur?"
Nothing" | answered gravely. He
has not crossed over" Ihesitated an IN
slant, but could not resist the question
ing horror in her eyes. You under
stand, do you not?"
"You-you think" she faltered, that
Monsieur Brady has-has killed him.
self"
"He has given his life for others. my
girl--for you and me. aud those sol
diers OF ST. Glars"
She stood moment, silent, tears on
her cheeks. looking blindly out at the
water. Then she sank upon her knees,
holding the crucifix against her face.
| could see the movement of her lips,
but heard nothing; only l knew that
she prayed for his soul, and my own
eyes we're moist as knelt beside her.
Then lifted her up by the hand, and