And at that Ruth gave a great cry and caught Radisson by the hands, staring at him wildly.
CHAPTER X.
THE KEEPER AND THE ARROW."What mean you?" she broke forth, searching his smiling face. "Is this a jest, sir? Or do you really know—"
"My child," and Radisson caught her to him, touching her brow with his lips, "it is no jest. But we are in grave danger here. Come, greet these noblest of men, and let us begone. The tale I will give you in full at the first chance."
Both the two Mohawks and I had looked on at this scene with no little bewilderment. But as Ruth obeyed him and turned to them with a puzzled smile, the elder, whom we came to know as the Keeper, stepped forward and caught her hand to his lips in right courtly fashion—doubtless learned at Montreal.
"The Yellow Lily need fear
