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ver could be seen winding away n the distance； and a soft； bluish； smoky haze hung over the water。 The forest seemed to be on fire。 The yellow leaves of the poplars； the brown of the white and black oaks； the red and purple of the maples； and the green of the pines and hemlocks flamed in a glorious blaze of color。 A stillness； which was only broken now and then by the twittering of birds uttering the plaintive notes peculiar to them in the autumn as they band together before their pilgrimage to the far south； pervaded the forest。
Betty loved the woods； and she knew all the trees。 She could tell their names by the bark or the shape of the leaves。 The giant black oak； with its smooth shiny bark and sturdy limbs； the chestnut with its rugged； seamed sides and bristling burrs； the hickory with its lofty height and curled shelling bark； were all well known and well loved by Betty。 Many times had she wondered at the trembling； quivering leaves of the aspen； and the foliage of the silver…leaf as it glinted in the sun。 To…day； especially； as she walked through the woods； did their beauty appeal to her。 In the little sunny patches of clearing which were scattered here and there in the grove； great clusters of goldenrod grew profusely。 The golden heads swayed gracefully on the long stems Betty gathered a few sprigs and added to them a bunch of warmly tinted maple leaves。
The chestnuts burrs were opening。 As Betty mounted a little rocky eminence and reached out for a limb of a chestnut tree； she lost her footing and fell。 Her right foot had twisted under her as she went down； and when a sharp pain shot through it she was unable to repress a cry。 She got up； tenderly placed the foot on the ground and tried her weight on it； which caused acute pain。 She unlaced and removed her moccasin to find that her ankle had commenced to swell。 Assured that she had sprained it； and aware of the serious consequences of an injury of that nature； she felt greatly distressed。 Another effort to place her foot on the ground and bear her weight on it caused such severe pain that she was compelled to give up the attempt。 Sinking down by the trunk of the tree and leaning her head against it she tried to think of a way out of her difficulty。
The fort； which she could plainly see； seemed a long distance off； although it was only a little way down the grassy slope。 She looked and looked； but not a person was to be seen。 She called to Tige。 She remembered that he had been chasing a squirrel a short while ago； but now there was no sign of him。 He did not come at her call。 How annoying！ If Tige were only there she could have sent him for help。 She shouted several times； but the distance was too great for her voice to carry to the fort。 The mocking echo of her call came back from the bluff that rose to her left。 Betty now began to be alarmed in earnest； and the tears started to roll down her cheeks。 The throbbing pain in her ankle； the dread of having to remain out in that lonesome forest after dark； and the fear that she might not be found for hours； caused Betty's usually brave spirit to falter； she was weeping unreservedly。
In reality she had been there only a few minutesalthough they seemed hours to herwhen she heard the light tread of moccasined feet on the moss behind her。 Starting up with a cry of joy she turned and looked up into the astonished face of Alfred Clarke。
Returning from a hunt back in the woods he had walked up to her before being aware of her presence。 In a single glance he saw the wildflowers scattered beside her； the little moccasin turned inside out； the woebegone； tearstained face； and he knew Betty had come to grief。
Confused and vexed； Betty sank back at the foot of the tree。 It is probable she would have encountered Girty or a member of his band of redmen； rather than have this young man find her in this predicament。 It provoked her to think that of all the people at the fort it should be the only one she could not welcome who should find her in such a sad plight。
〃Why； Miss Zane！〃 he exclaimed； after a moment of hesitation。 〃What in the world has happened？ Have you been hurt？ May I help you？〃
〃It is nothing；〃 said Betty； bravely； as she gathered up her flowers and the moccasin and rose slowly to her feet。 〃Thank you； but you need not wait。〃
The cold words nettled Alfred and he was in the act of turning away from her when he caught； for the fleetest part of a second； the full gaze of her eyes。 He stopped short。 A closer scrutiny of her face convinced him that she was suffering and endeavoring with all her strength to conceal it。
〃But I will wait。 I think you have hurt yourself。 Lean upon my arm；〃 he said； quietly。
〃Please let me help you；〃 he continued； going nearer to her。
But Betty refused his assistance。 She would not even allow him to take the goldenrod from her arms。 After a few hesitating steps she paused and lifted her foot from the ground。
〃Here； you must not try to walk a step farther；〃 he said； resolutely； noting how white she had suddenly become。 〃You have sprained your ankle and are needlessly torturing yourself。 Please let me carry you？〃
〃Oh； no； no； no！〃 cried Betty； in evident distress。 〃I will manage。 It is not soveryfar。〃
She resumed the slow and painful walking； but she had taken only a few steps when she stopped again and this time a low moan issued from her lips。 She swayed slightly backward and if Alfred had not dropped his rifle and caught her she would have fallen。
〃Will youpleasefor some one？〃 she whispered faintly； at the same time pushing him away。
〃How absurd！〃 burst out Alfred； indignantly。 〃Am I then； so distasteful to you that you would rather wait here and suffer a half hour longer while I go for assistance？ It is only common courtesy on my part。 I do not want to carry you。 I think you would be quite heavy。〃
He said this in a hard； bitter tone； deeply hurt that she would not accept even a little kindness from him。 He looked away from her and waited。 Presently a soft； half…smothered sob came from Betty and it expressed such utter wretchedness that his heart melted。 After all she was only a child。 He turned to see the tears running down her cheeks； and with a suppressed imprecation upon the wilfulness of young women in general； and this one in particular； he stepped forward and before she could offer any resistance； he had taken her up in his arms； goldenrod and all； and had started off at a rapid walk toward the fort。
Betty cried out in angry surprise； struggled violently for a moment； and then； as suddenly； lay quietly in his arms。 His anger changed to self…reproach as he realized what a light burden she made。 He looked down at the dark head lying on his shoulder。 Her face was hidden by the dusky rippling hair； which tumbled over his breast； brushed against his cheek； and blew across his lips。 The touch of those fragrant tresses was a soft caress。 Almost unconsciously he pressed her closer to his heart。 And as a sweet mad longing grew upon him he was blind to all save that he held her in his arms； that uncertainty was gone forever； and that he loved her。 With these thoughts running riot in his brain he carried her down the hill to Colonel Zane's house。
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