"If you won't go--I'm going to stay with you!" There was a thrillingly decisive note in his last words, a note that carried with it more than all he had said before, and as Meleese partly drew away from him again she gave a sharp cry of protest.
"No--no--no--" she panted, her hands clutching at his arm.

"You must go back now--now--" She pushed him toward the door, and as he backed a step, looking down into her face, he saw the choking tremble of her white throat, heard again the fluttering terror in her breath.

"They will kill you if they find you here," she urged.

"They think you are dead--that you fell through the ice and were drowned.

If you don't believe me, if you don't believe that I can never go with you, tell Jean--" Her words seemed to choke her as she struggled to finish.
"Tell Jean what ?" he questioned softly.
"Will you go--then ?" she cried with sobbing eagerness, as if he already understood her.