CHAPTER XXI.
THE WILDERNESS Dusk was falling and the tired horses plodded slowly past the rows of shadowy trunks when the sound of running water came out of the gloom.
Agatha ached from the jolting and felt cramped and sleepy, but she roused herself when a light began to flicker among the trees.

The driver urged his team, the light got brighter as the rig lurched down a rough incline, and Agatha saw a man standing in the trail.

His figure was indistinct and she could not see his face, but she no longer felt jaded and lonely, for she knew who he was.
"Tired ?" he said in a sympathetic voice as he gave her his hand to get down when the rig stopped in an opening.

"It's a long ride from the railroad, but after all it was better for you to make it in the day.
Besides, we must pull out to-morrow." Agatha said she was not excessively tired.

She liked his matter-of-fact manner and thought he had struck the right note.
"Have you got the tent I recommended ?" he asked.
"Yes," she said.