"I am afraid here." She led the way, passing swiftly beyond the path that branched out to his cabin.

Two hundred yards beyond this a tree had fallen on the edge of the trail, and seating herself on it Meleese motioned for him to sit down beside her.

Howland's back was to the thick bushes behind them.

He looked at the girl, but she had turned away her face.

Suddenly she sprang from the log and stood in front of him.
"Now!" she cried.