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she did not speak, for it was not her nature to reveal to a stranger
the deep things of the heart. Neither did she mention the rangers and
their march with the men of the settlement against the rebels. A
natural caution restrained her from speaking of this to one who so
hated the Loyalists and King George.

When she had finished she waited for the man to make some remarks.
When, however, he did not speak, she rose, went into the other room,
and busied herself in preparing dinner. It was a simple repast, but it
satisfied the invalid, and he showed his pleasure by a faint smile, the
first that the girl had seen upon his face.

"It is good of you to stay here and wait upon me," he said, "especially
after what I said about the Loyalists and King George. I owe my life
to you, Miss, and I am not ashamed to acknowledge it."

"It was Sam who saved you, Mr. Timon," Jean smilingly replied.

"Ah, yes, in actually shooting the moose. But for you, though, Sam
would not have been on hand at the right minute. It was you who
suggested going to the mast-cutters on behalf of those Loyalists."

"The real credit, then, should be given to the ones who plotted to
carry me away from home. But for them I would not be here now."

"And my body would be lying out there in the snow, gored, torn and
trampled. Wonderful, indeed, is the chain of events."

"It is wonderful," Jean agreed. "I have been thinking so much about it
ever since Sam rescued me that night from Seth Lupin. I was in
absolute despair, but just when help was needed most it seemed as if
God reached out His hand and saved me. The words of that beautiful
hymn, 'The Lord's My Shepherd,' have been often in my mind. I sang it
one night to Sam and Kitty, and they were greatly pleased."

"Will you sing it to me?" the man asked. "It has been many years since
I have heard any singing, except rough camp songs."

Although surprised at this request, as well as the sudden change in the
man's manner, Jean did as she was requested. In a clear, sweet voice
she sang the first verse,
The Lord's my shepherd, I'll not want,
He makes me down to lie
In pastures green; He leadeth me
The quiet waters by.

She was about to begin the next verse when a step was heard outside,
and then a heavy knock sounded upon the door.

CHAPTER XXV

UNMASKED

As Jean rose and opened the door a man at once entered, who stared at
her in amazement. He was of medium