"
She nodded, her breath breaking a little in an increasing
excitement. She seized the pencil and two-thirds of the distance
down the Coppermine made a cross. It was wonderful, he thought,
how easily she made him understand. In a low, eager voice she was
telling him that where she had put the cross the treacherous
Kogmollocks had first attacked them. She described with the pencil
their flight away from the river, and after that their return--and
a second fight. It was then Bram Johnson had come into the scene.
And back there, at the point from which the wolf-man had fled with
her, was her FATHER. That was the chief thing she was striving to
drive home in his comprehension of the situation. Her FATHER! And
she believed he was alive, for it was an excitement instead of
hopelessness or grief that possessed her as she talked to him. It
gave him a sort of shock. He wanted to tell her, with his arms
about her, that it was impossible, and that it was his duty to
make her realize the truth. Her father was dead now, even if she
had last seen him alive.
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