He opened his arms and Meleese slipped from them, her hands clutched again in the clinging drapery of her bosom.
"I have come for you, Meleese," he said as calmly as though his arrival had been expected.

"Jean is my prisoner.

I forced him to drive me to the old cabin up on the mountain, and he is waiting there with the dogs.

We will start back to-night--_now_." Suddenly he sprang to her again, his voice breaking in a low pleading cry.

"My God, don't you see now how I love you ?" he went on, taking her white face between his two hands.
"Don't you understand, Meleese?
Jean and I have fought--he is bound hand and foot up there in the cabin--and I am waiting for you--for you--" He pressed her face against him, her lips so close that he could feel their quavering breath.