again in his arms, and
proving to all the world that her faith was justified.

Bill was already up, and the room warmed from the fire. The noise of
his ax blows had wakened her. And she took advantage of his absence to
dress.

"You up?" he cried in delight when she entered. His arms were heaped
with wood. "I'm not sure that you hadn't ought to rest another day.
How do you feel?"

"As good as ever, as far as I can tell. And pretty well ashamed of
being such a baby yesterday."

But his smile told her that he held no resentment. "I trust you'll be
able to eat to-day?"

"Eat? Bill, I am famished. But first"--and her face grew instantly
sober--"I want to know just how we stand, and what our chances are. I
remember what you told me yesterday about getting out. But we can't
live here on nothing. What about supplies?"

"That's what we've got to see about right now. It's an important
matter, true enough. For a certain very good reason I couldn't make a
real investigation till you got up. You'll see why in a minute. Well,
we have a gun at least; you can see it behind the stove. It's an old
thing, but it will still shoot. And we've got at least one box of
shells for it--and not one of them must be wasted. They mean our meat
supply. I'm still wearing my pistol, and I've got two boxes of shells
for it in my pocket--it's a small caliber, and there's fifty in each
box. There are plenty of blankets and cooking utensils, magazines for
idle hours and, Heaven bless us, an old and battered phonograph on the
table. Don't scorn it--anything that has to be packed on a horse this
far mustn't be scorned. We can have music with our meals, if we like."
He stopped and smiled.

"There's a cake of soap on the shelf," he went on, after the gorgeous
fact of the phonograph had time to sink home, "and another among the
supplies--but I'm afraid cold cream and toilet water are lacking. I
don't even know how you'll comb your hair."

The girl smiled--really with happiness now--and fished in the
pockets of a great slicker coat she had worn the night of the disaster.
She produced a little white roll, and with the high glee opened it for
him to see. Wrapped in a miniature face towel was her comb, a small
brush, and a toothbrush!

They laughed with delight over the find. "But no mirror?" the man said
solemnly.

"No. I won't be able to see how I look for weeks--and that's
terrible. But where are your food supplies? I se