The sharp crack of a rifle from the highroad turned his course momentarily in that direction.  The smoke was curling lazily over the heads of a party of men in the road, while the huge bulk of a grizzly was disappearing in the distance.  A battue of the escaping animals had commenced!  In the bitterness of his heart he caught at the horrible suggestion, and resolved to save her from them or die with her there.

How fast he ran, or the time it took him to reach the woods, has never been known.  Their outlines were already hidden when he entered them.  To a sense less keen, a courage less desperate, and a purpose less unaltered than Low’s, the wood would have been impenetrable.  The central fire was still confined to the lofty tree-tops, but the downward rush of wind from time to time drove the smoke into the aisles in blinding and suffocating volumes.  To simulate the creeping animals, and fall to the ground on hands and knees, feel his way through the underbrush when the smoke was densest, or take advantage of its momentary lifting, and without uncertainty, mistake, or hesitation glide from tree to tree in one undeviating course, was possible only to an experienced woodsman.  To keep his reason and insight so clear as to be able in the midst of this bewildering confusion to shape that course so as to intersect the wild and unknown tract of an inexperienced, frightened wanderer belonged to Low, and to Low alone.  He was making his way against the wind towards the fire.  He had reasoned that she was either in comparative safety to windward of it, or he should meet her being driven towards him by it, or find her succumbed and fainting at its feet.  To do this he must penetrate the burning belt, and then pass under the blazing dome.  He was already upon it; he could see the falling fire dropping like rain or blown like gorgeous blossoms of the conflagration across his path.  The space was lit up brilliantly.  The vast shafts of dull copper cast no shadow below, but there was no sign nor token of any human being.  For a moment the young man was at fault.  It was true this hidden heart of the forest bore no undergrowth; the cool matted carpet of the aisles seemed to quench the glowing fragments as they fell.  Escape might be difficult, but not impossible; yet every moment was precious.  He leaned against a tree, and sent his voice like a clarion before him:  “Teresa!” There was no reply.  He called again.  A faint cry at his back from the trail he had just traversed made him turn.  Only a few paces behind him, blinded and staggering, but following like a beaten and wounded animal, Teresa halted, knelt, clasped her hands, and dumbly held them out before her.  “Teresa!” he cried again, and sprang to her side.

She caught him by the knees, and lifted her face imploringly to his.

“Say that again!” she cried, passionately.  “Tell me it was Teresa you called, and no other!  You have come back for me!  You would not let me die here alone!”