I dragged the map out from its silk wrapping and spread it forth on the ground between my knees.

It was the latest government survey, given me when I first departed for the North, and I already knew every line and stream by heart.

I bent over it in uncertainty, studying each feature, gradually determining the better course, weighing this consideration and that.
I became so interested in the problem as to entirely forget her presence, but, when I finally lifted my head, our eyes met, and I instantly read in the depths of hers the dawning of recognition.

They were no longer dull, dead, emotionless, but aglow with returning life--puzzled, unassured, yet clearly conscious.
"Who are you ?" she breathed incredulously, lifting herself upon one hand.
"Oh, surely I know--Lieutenant Knox! Why, where am I?
What has happened?
Oh, God! you do not need to tell me that! But you; I cannot understand about you.

They--they said you died." "They must have said much to deceive you," and I bent forward to touch her hand.