Walking swiftly down to the wharf, she launched her light canoe, one which had been brought in from the outside for her own special use.  Sconda was standing near The Frontiersman, and he offered to accompany her.  But Glen smilingly told him that she wished to be alone this morning, and that perhaps Klota needed him more than she did.  The Indian was quite surprised at her refusal, and somewhat piqued as well.  It was the first time she had ever spoken to him in such a manner, and he stood silently watching the girl as she settled herself in the canoe, and dipped her paddle into the water.  Then he wended his way slowly homeward, wondering what had come over his young imperious mistress.

But Glen was not thinking about Sconda, and she had no idea that she had in any way annoyed the faithful native.  She paddled straight across the creek until she reached the opposite side.  Here she ran the canoe ashore, and watched most intently the big house in the distance.

She remained here for some time anxiously observing all that was taking place around the house, expecting at any moment to see Reynolds come forth.  And when he did come, would he at once go down to the village, to be conducted beyond the pass?  Perhaps her father might send for the guard, who would lead him forth as a prisoner.  At this thought a tremor shook her body, and she nervously drove the paddle into the water, and sent the canoe reeling from the shore.  Only in action now could she endure the strain of waiting.

She had just reached the middle of the creek, when, glancing toward the house, her heart gave a great leap, for there coming down to the wharf was the very one of whom she was thinking.  He was walking rapidly and at the same time waving his hand to her.  Instantly she headed the canoe for the shore, and when its graceful bow touched lightly against the wharf, he was standing there waiting to receive her.  The smile upon his face and light of joy in his eyes told her that all was well, and so great was her happiness that for a moment she had no word to say.  Her cheeks were flushed with the invigorating exercise, and the eyes which were turned to her lover’s were moist with tears, and gleamed like sparkling diamonds.  Reynolds, too, was speechless for a few seconds.  A feeling of almost sacred awe swept upon him as he looked upon that fair pure face.  Although his life was clean and above reproach, yet he felt most unworthy when in the presence of such a beautiful, unsullied being.  It never had affected him so intensely as on this bright morning on the shore of that inland water.  What right had he to presume to love such a girl? he asked himself.

For several seconds neither spoke.  It was that mysterious silence which sometimes comes when heart responds to heart, and where love is true and deep.  Then they both laughed and the spell was broken.  Just why they laughed they could not tell, although they felt very happy.