Catharine cast on her cousin an imploring glance.
"Do not leave me, dear Louis; Hector, do not let me be left alone." Her sorrowful appeal stayed the steps of the volatile Louis.
"Go you, Hector, as you know the way: I will not leave you, Kate, since I was the cause of all you have suffered; I will abide by you in joy or in sorrow till I see you once more safe in your own dear mother's arms." Comforted by this assurance, Catharine quickly dashed away the gathering tears from her checks, and chid her own foolish fears.
"But you know, dear cousin," she said, "I am so helpless, and then the dread of that horrible wolf makes a coward of me." After some little time had elapsed, Hector returned; the bark vessel had done its duty to admiration, it only wanted a very little improvement to make it complete.

The water was cold and pure.

Hector had spent a little time in deepening the mouth of the spring, and placing some stones about it.

He described the ravine as being much deeper and wider, and more gloomy than the one they occupied.

The sides and bottom were clothed with magnificent oaks.