CHAPTER II

ON THE BANKS OF THE BLUE RIVER The moon, which had risen now high above the wood-crowned hills, was shining with a faint ghostly light upon the new-comer’s wan face. The Englishman, who had started back like a man who sees a vision, as suddenly recovered himself. Surprising though this advent was, there was no doubt as to the identity of his visitor. Neither was there any doubt but that she was on the point of exhaustion. His first duty was plain. She must be taken care of. “Can you walk into the cabin, or shall I …