At first the young girl was dazzled by the strong light that came from a rent in the interwoven arches of the wood.  The breach had been caused by the huge bulk of one of the great giants that had half fallen, and was lying at a steep angle against one of its mightiest brethren, having borne down a lesser tree in the arc of its downward path.  Two of the roots, as large as younger trees, tossed their blackened and bare limbs high in the air.  The spring—­the insignificant cause of this vast disruption—­gurgled, flashed, and sparkled at the base; the limpid baby fingers that had laid bare the foundations of that fallen column played with the still clinging rootlets, laved the fractured and twisted limbs, and, widening, filled with sleeping water the graves from which they had been torn.

“It had been going on for years, down there,” said Low, pointing to a cavity from which the fresh water now slowly welled, “but it had been quickened by the rising of the subterranean springs and rivers which always occurs at a certain stage of the dry season.  I remember that on that very night—­for it happened a little after midnight, when all sounds are more audible—­I was troubled and oppressed in my sleep by what you would call a nightmare; a feeling as if I was kept down by bonds and pinions that I longed to break.  And then I heard a crash in this direction, and the first streak of morning brought me the sound and scent of water.  Six months afterwards I chanced to find my way here, as I told you, and gave it your name.  I did not dream that I should ever stand beside it with you, and have you christen it yourself.”

He unloosed the cup from his flask, and filling it at the spring handed it to her.  But the young girl leant over the pool, and pouring the water idly back said, “I’d rather put my feet in it.  Mayn’t I?”

“I don’t understand you,” he said wonderingly.

“My feet are so hot and dusty.  The water looks deliciously cool.  May I?”

“Certainly.”

He turned away as Nellie, with apparent unconsciousness, seated herself on the bank, and removed her shoes and stockings.  When she had dabbled her feet a few moments in the pool, she said over her shoulder—­

“We can talk just as well, can’t we?”

“Certainly.”

“Well, then, why didn’t you come to church more often, and why didn’t you think of telling father that you were convicted of sin and wanted to be baptized?”

“I don’t know,” hesitated the young man.

“Well, you lost the chance of having father convert you, baptize you, and take you into full church fellowship.”

“I never thought,”—­he began.

“You never thought.  Aren’t you a Christian?”

“I suppose so.”

“He supposes so!  Have you no convictions—­no professions?”

“But, Nellie, I never thought that you”—­“Never thought that I—­what?  Do you think that I could ever be anything to a man who did not believe in justification by faith, or in the covenant of church fellowship?  Do you think father would let me?”