Cheyenne record., 1916-12-28
CHAPTER xl,l-contInusd.

Lille still q moment" said q voice
gently. "You will breathe easier short
" and regain strength"
knew my fingers closed ON the
mans hand convulsively, but the wa
ter yet blinded my eyes. He must
have perceived this for he wiped my
face with cloth, and 1t was then
perceived his face clearly, and remem-
bered.
1.-THE sieur d'Artignyv' I exclaimed.
'.Of course" he answered. "Who
else should it be, madame? Please do
not regret my privilege"
"Your privilege; it's a strange word
you choose, monsieur" faltered, not
Jet having control Of myself. Surely
have granted none."
"Perchance not, as there was small
chance" he answered, evidently at
tempting to speak lightly. "Nor could
I wait to ask your leave; yet surely
I may esteem it a privilege to bring
y~u ashore alive"
1T was you then who saved met
scarcely understood, monsieur; lost
consciousness, and am dazed in mind.
You leaped into the water from the
cancer"
Eyes; there was no other course left
me. My boat was beyond yours, a
few yards farther out in the lake,
when the storm struck. We were par
tally prepared, for felt assured there
would be trouble. Never did I feel
more deadly blast; no craft such as
ours could face 1t. We were to your
left and rear when your canoe csp-
sized, and I bore down toward where
you struggled in the water. Ap In
dian got grip upon you as we e~ept
by, but the craft dipped SO that b let
10, and then I jumped, for wa sould
never come back. and that nas the
only chance. This is the Whole story,
madame, except that by GaSs help,
got you ashore"
looked into his face, tnpressed by
the seriousness with wbsch he spoke.
IL, thank you, no~1eur," said,
and held out my hand> ut was most
gallant. Are we sl.ce here? Where
are the others?"
81 do not know moa6me," he an
swered, his tono fow that of formal
courtesy. "'J.s bat short time
since we reached this spot, and the
storm yet rages. May help you to
stand, SO yor may perceive better our
situation" as-
He lfted me t, my feet, and
stood erect. my clothes dripping wet,
and my limbs trembling SO that 1
Sfasped his. arm for support, and
glanced anxiously about We were
on narrow sand beach, at the edge
of a small cove, SO protected the wa
ters were comparatively calm, al
though the trees above bowed to the
blast, and out beyond the headland I
could see huge waves, ,whitened with
foam, and perceive the clouds Of spray
flung up by the rocks. 1t was wild
scene, the roar Of the breakers loud
and continuous. and the black clouds
flying above with dizzy rapidity. All
the horror which 1 had Just passed
through seemed typifed in the scene,
. and covered my face with my hands.
"You-you think they-they are all
gomez" asked, forcing the words
from me.
"Oh. no." he answered eagerly, and
his hand touched me. "Do not give
way to that thought. doubt II any
In your; canoe made shore, but the
others need not be in great danger.
They could run before the storm until
they found some opening in the coast
line to yield protection. The sergeant
was no voyageur. ard when one Of
the paddles broke he steered wrong.
With an Indian there you would have
doated." .fssf4st1 -, fsI
eIhpn ~huA - -
There 10 naught that I zee, but
wait. Monsieur Cassion win be blown
south, but will return when the storm
subsidies to seek you. No doubt he
will think you dead, Jet win scarcely
leave without seafch. See, the sky
grows lighter already. and The wind
= less fierce. It would be ny thought
. attain the woods yondsf. and build
Are to dry our clothes; the air chills.s
Htssass wAses - pointed. y . nM.