I don't want a confession, which would imply that I have no faith in you." "And you have faith in me ?" "Yes; so much that the sun will darken and bird-song never seem the same if I lose you again, as I thought I had lost you from the ship." "Oh, _you mean that_!" The words came from her in a strange, tense, little cry, and he seemed to see only her eyes as he looked at her face, pale as the petals of the tundra daises behind her.

With the thrill of what he had dared to say tugging at his heart, he wondered why she was so white.
"You mean that," her lips repeated slowly, "after all that has happened--even after--that part of a letter--which Stampede brought to you last night--" He was surprised.

How had she discovered what he thought was a secret between himself and Stampede?
His mind leaped to a conclusion, and she saw it written in his face.
"No, it wasn't Stampede," she said.

"He didn't tell me.

It--just happened.