Egypt would hear her now.

"Father," she said quietly, "we can wait, and we can do something more,
we can pray."

"Yes, Connie, we can do that."

"And will you pray, father?"

"You do it, dear, for you know better what to say."

A slight flush came into her face as she knelt upon the ground before
the fire. She knew the men were watching her, but she did not mind,
for what were they to the ones now in peril?

"Oh God," she prayed, "lighten our darkness, we beseech Thee, and by
Thy great mercy defend us from all perils and dangers of this night,
for the love of Thine only Son, our Saviour, Jesus Christ."

"Amen. Amen. Amen," came from the miners, who with bowed and
uncovered heads were standing reverently around her.

That was all she could utter. When she rose from her knees the men
were bestirring themselves. Some had gone for more wood, while others
were poking the fire. This latter work was unnecessary, but the men
had to do something. The pathetic sight of the beautiful woman
kneeling on the ground, offering up that fervent prayer, had touched
their hearts, and more than one brushed their sleeves across their eyes
when safe under the friendly cover of darkness.

The wood-gatherers had been gone but a short time when they came
hurrying back much excited.

"They're coming! They're coming!" shouted one, "and I believe they've
found them!"

The report was true, for soon a band of men slowly approached, bearing
something between them.

Constance stepped quickly forward and scanned the faces of the men,
and, oh joy! there before her stood Keith, with water dripping from his
clothes, his wet hair streaming over his forehead and his face white
and haggard.

He did not look upon the men, nor did he see the eager woman gazing so
longingly upon him. He beheld only the prostrate form of Pete Martin
lying by the fire. Intense agony was expressed in every line of his
face as he stooped down and examined the unconscious man.

"Thank God! Oh, thank God!" he murmured, as he found the prospector's
pulse still beating. "We must get him somewhere out of this," he
continued, turning to the men. "He is alive and we may do something
for him yet."

"Bring him to our cabin, Mr. Steadman," said Mr. Radhurst. "We will
care for him."

"Thank you," and Keith turned towards the old man. Then his eye rested
upon Constance's animated face, standing by her father's side. It was
like a ray of sunshine to his cl