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〃I remember Myeerah very well；〃 he said。 〃It was eight years ago； and she was only a child。 Even then she was very proud and willful； and the loveliest girl I ever laid eyes on。〃
Alfred Clarke staid late at Colonel Zane's that night。 Before going away for so many weeks he wished to have a few more moments alone with Betty。 But a favorable opportunity did not present itself during the evening； so when he had bade them all goodbye and goodnight； except Betty； who opened the door for him； he said softly to her：
〃It is bright moonlight outside。 Come； please； and walk to the gate with me。〃
A full moon shone serenely down on hill and dale； flooding the valley with its pure white light and bathing the pastures in its glory； at the foot of the bluff the waves of the river gleamed like myriads of stars all twinkling and dancing on a bed of snowy clouds。 Thus illumined the river wound down the valley； its brilliance growing fainter and fainter until at last； resembling the shimmering of a silver thread which joined the earth to heaven； it disappeared in the horizon。
〃I must say goodbye；〃 said Alfred； as they reached the gate。
〃Friends must part。 I am sorry you must go； Mr。 Clarke； and I trust you may return safe。 It seems only yesterday that you saved my brother's life； and I was so grateful and happy。 Now he is gone。〃
〃You should not think about it so much nor brood over it；〃 answered the young man。 〃Grieving will not bring him back nor do you any good。 It is not nearly so bad as if he had been captured by some other tribe。 Wetzel assures us that Isaac was taken alive。 Please do not grieve。〃
〃I have cried until I cannot cry any more。 I am so unhappy。 We were children together； and I have always loved him better than any one since my mother died。 To have him back again and then to lose him！ Oh！ I cannot bear it。〃
She covered her face with her hands and a low sob escaped her。
〃Don't； don't grieve；〃 he said in an unsteady voice； as he took the little hands in his and pulled them away from her face。
Betty trembled。 Something in his voice； a tone she had never heard before startled her。 She looked up at him half unconscious that he still held her hands in his。 Never had she appeared so lovely。
〃You cannot understand my feelings。〃
〃I loved my mother。〃
〃But you have not lost her。 That makes all the difference。〃
〃I want to comfort you and I am powerless。 I am unable to say whatI〃
He stopped short。 As he stood gazing down into her sweet face； burning； passionate words came to his lips； but he was dumb； he could not speak。 All day long he had been living in a dream。 Now he realized that but a moment remained for him to be near the girl he loved so well。 He was leaving her； perhaps never to see her again； or to return to find her another's。 A fierce pain tore his heart。
〃Youyou are holding my hands；〃 faltered Betty； in a doubtful； troubled voice。 She looked up into his face and saw that it was pale with suppressed emotion。
Alfred was mad indeed。 He forgot everything。 In that moment the world held nothing for him save that fair face。 Her eyes； uplifted to his in the moonlight； beamed with a soft radiance。 They were honest eyes； just now filled with innocent sadness and regret； but they drew him with irresistible power。 Without realizing in the least what he was doing he yielded to the impulse。 Bending his head he kissed the tremulous lips。
〃Oh；〃 whispered Betty； standing still as a statue and looking at him with wonderful eyes。 Then； as reason returned； a hot flush dyed her face； and wrenching her hands free she struck him across the cheek。
〃For God's sake； Betty； I did not mean to do that！ Wait。 I have something to tell you。 For pity's sake； let me explain；〃 he cried； as the full enormity of his offence dawned upon him。
Betty was deaf to the imploring voice； for she ran into the house and slammed the door。
He called to her； but received no answer。 He knocked on the door； but it remained closed。 He stood still awhile； trying to collect his thoughts； and to find a way to undo the mischief he had wrought。 When the real significance of his act came to him he groaned in spirit。 What a fool he had been！ Only a few short hours and he must start on a perilous journey； leaving the girl he loved in ignorance of his real intentions。 Who was to tell her that he loved her？ Who was to tell her that it was because his whole heart and soul had gone to her that he had kissed her？
With bowed head he slowly walked away toward the fort； totally oblivious of the fact that a young girl； with hands pressed tightly over her breast to try to still a madly beating heart； watched him from her window until he disappeared into the shadow of the block…house。
Alfred paced up and down his room the four remaining hours of that eventful day。 When the light was breaking in at the east and dawn near at hand he heard the rough voices of men and the tramping of iron…shod hoofs。 The hour of his departure was at hand。
He sat down at his table and by the aid of the dim light from a pine knot he wrote a hurried letter to Betty。 A little hope revived in his heart as he thought that perhaps all might yet be well。 Surely some one would be up to whom he could intrust the letter； and if no one he would run over and slip it under the door of Colonel Zane's house。
In the gray of the early morning Alfred rode out with the daring band of heavily armed men； all grim and stern； each silent with the thought of the man who knows he may never return。 Soon the settlement was left far behind。
CHAPTER V。
During the last few days； in which the frost had cracked open the hickory nuts； and in which the squirrels had been busily collecting and storing away their supply of nuts for winter use； it had been Isaac's wont to shoulder his rifle； walk up the hill； and spend the morning in the grove。
On this crisp autumn morning he had started off as usual； and had been called back by Col。 Zane； who advised him not to wander far from the settlement。 This admonition； kind and brotherly though it was； annoyed Isaac。 Like all the Zanes he had born in him an intense love for the solitude of the wilderness。 There were times when nothing could satisfy him but the calm of the deep woods。
One of these moods possessed him now。 Courageous to a fault and daring where daring was not always the wiser part； Isaac lacked the practical sense of the Colonel and the cool judgment of Jonathan。 Impatient of restraint； independent in spirit； and it must be admitted； in his persistence in doing as he liked instead of what he ought to do； he resembled Betty more than he did his brothers。
Feeling secure in his ability to take care of himself； for he knew he was an experienced hunter and woodsman； he resolved to take a long tramp in the forest。 This resolution was strengthened by the fact that he did not believe what the Colonel and Jonathan had told himthat it was not improbable some of the Wyandot braves were lurking in the vicinity； bent on killing or recapturing him。 At any rate he did not fear it。
Once in the shade of the great trees the fever of discontent left him； and； forgetting all except the happiness of being surrounded by the silent oaks； he penetrated creeper and deeper into the forest。 The brushing of a branch against a tree； the thud of a falling nut； the dart of a squirrel； and the sight of a bushy tail disappearing round a limb all these things which indicated that the little gray fellows were working in the tree…tops； and which would usually have brought Isaac to a standstill； now did not seem to interest him。 At times he stooped to examine the tender shoots growing at the foot of a sassafras tree。 Then； again； he closely examined marks he found in the soft banks of the streams。
He went on and on。 Two hours of this still…hunting found him on the bank of a shallow gully through which a brook went rippling and babbling over the mossy green stones。 The forest was dense here； rugged oaks and tall poplars grew high over the tops of the first growth of white oaks and beeches； the wild grapevines which coiled round the trees like gigantic serpents； spread out in the upper branches and obscured the sun； witch…hopples and laurel bushes grew thickly； monarchs of the forest； felled by some bygone storm； lay rotting on the ground； and in places the wind…falls were so thick and high as to be impenetrable。
Isaac hesitated。 He realized that he had plunged far into the Black Forest。 Here it was gloomy； a dreamy quiet prevailed； that deep calm of the wilderness； unbroken save for the distant note of the hermit…thrush； the strange bird whose lonely cry； given at long intervals； pierced the stillness。 Although Isaac had never seen one of these birds； he was familiar with that cry which was never heard except in the deepest woods； far from the haunts of man。
A black squirrel ran down a tree and seeing the hunter scampered away in alarm。 Isaac knew the habits of the black squirrel； that it was a denizen of the wildest woods and frequented only places remote from civilization。 The song of the hermit and the sight of the black squirrel caused Isaac to stop and reflect； with the result that he concluded he had gone much farther from the fort than he h