Placing his rifle in a corner and throwing aside his wet hunting coat, he turned and stood with his back to the bright blaze.  Still young and vigorous, Colonel Zane was a handsome man.  Tall, though not heavy, his frame denoted great strength and endurance.  His face was smooth, his heavy eyebrows met in a straight line; his eyes were dark and now beamed with a kindly light; his jaw was square and massive; his mouth resolute; in fact, his whole face was strikingly expressive of courage and geniality.  A great wolf dog had followed him in and, tired from travel, had stretched himself out before the fireplace, laying his noble head on the paws he had extended toward the warm blaze.

“Well!  Well!  I am nearly starved and mighty glad to get back,” said the Colonel, with a smile of satisfaction at the steaming dishes a negro servant was bringing from the kitchen.

“We are glad you have returned,” answered his wife, whose glowing face testified to the pleasure she felt.  “Supper is ready—­Annie, bring in some cream—­yes, indeed, I am happy that you are home.  I never have a moment’s peace when you are away, especially when you are accompanied by Lewis Wetzel.”

“Our hunt was a failure,” said the Colonel, after he had helped himself to a plate full of roast wild turkey.  “The bears have just come out of their winter’s sleep and are unusually wary at this time.  We saw many signs of their work, tearing rotten logs to pieces in search of grubs and bees’ nests.  Wetzel killed a deer and we baited a likely place where we had discovered many bear tracks.  We stayed up all night in a drizzling rain, hoping to get a shot.  I am tired out.  So is Tige.  Wetzel did not mind the weather or the ill luck, and when we ran across some Indian sign he went off on one of his lonely tramps, leaving me to come home alone.”

“He is such a reckless man,” remarked Mrs. Zane.

“Wetzel is reckless, or rather, daring.  His incomparable nerve carries him safely through many dangers, where an ordinary man would have no show whatever.  Well, Betty, how are you?”

“Quite well,” said the slender, dark-eyed girl who had just taken the seat opposite the Colonel.

“Bessie, has my sister indulged in any shocking escapade in my absence?  I think that last trick of hers, when she gave a bucket of hard cider to that poor tame bear, should last her a spell.”

“No, for a wonder Elizabeth has been very good.  However, I do not attribute it to any unusual change of temperament; simply the cold, wet weather.  I anticipate a catastrophe very shortly if she is kept indoors much longer.”

“I have not had much opportunity to be anything but well behaved.  If it rains a few days more I shall become desperate.  I want to ride my pony, roam the woods, paddle my canoe, and enjoy myself,” said Elizabeth.

“Well!  Well!  Betts, I knew it would be dull here for you, but you must not get discouraged.  You know you got here late last fall, and have not had any pleasant weather yet.  It is perfectly delightful in May and June.  I can take you to fields of wild white honeysuckle and May flowers and wild roses.  I know you love the woods, so be patient a little longer.”