It is not the people that have led still and uneventful lives who are

best prepared for emergencies. They are not trained to face crises, to

make prompt and just decisions. Joan had made but two such resolutions

in her life; the first when she had followed Pierre, the second when

she had kept Holliwell's books in defiance of her husband's jealousy.

The leaving her father had been the result of long and painful

thought. Now, in a few hours, events had crashed about her so that her

whole life, outer and inner, had been shattered. Beyond the pain and

fever of her wound there was an utter confusion of her faculties.

Before she fainted she had, indeed, made a distinct resolve to leave

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Pierre. It was this purpose, working subconsciously on her will, as

much as the urgent pressure of the stranger, that took her past

Pierre's body out into the dawn and sent her on that rash journey of

hers in the footsteps of an unknown man. This being seemed to her then

hardly human. Mysteriously he had stepped in out of the night,

mysteriously he had condemned Pierre, and in self-defense, for Joan

had seen Pierre draw his gun and fire, he had killed her husband. Now,

just as mysteriously, as inevitably it seemed to her, he took command

of her life. She was a passive, shipwrecked thing--a derelict. She had

little thought and no care for her life.

As the silent day slowly brightened through its glare of clouds, she

plodded on, setting her snowshoes in the tracks her leader made. The

pain in her shoulder steadily increased, more and more absorbed her

consciousness. She saw little but the lean, resolute figure that went

before her, turning back now and then with a look and a smile that

were a compelling mixture of encouragement, pity, and command. She did

not know that they were traveling north and west toward the wildest

and most desolate country, that every time she set down her foot she

set it down farther from humanity. She began soon to be a little

light-headed and thought that she was following Pierre.

At noon they entered the woods, and her guide came beside her and led

her through fallen timber and past pitfalls of soft snow. Suddenly, "I

can't go no more," she sobbed, and stopped, swaying. At that he took

her in his arms and carried her a few hundred feet till they entered a

cabin under the shelter of firs.

"It's the ranger-station," said he; "the ranger told me that I could

make use of it on my way back. We can pass the night here."




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