The attendant poured two glasses of wine and Colonel de Peyster raised his, looking for a minute or two at the little bubbles as they broke.
"Here's to your escape," he said, casting an ironical glance over the edge.
"Here's to my escape," said Henry, meeting his gaze firmly and earnestly.
Then they drank.
"Upon my word, I believe that you mean what you say."
"Certainly."
De Peyster looked curiously at Henry.
"Come," he said, "we'll go outside. I think I'll keep my own eye on you for a little while."
When they emerged from the house a long plaintive howl came from the Canadian forest. A sort of shiver, as if he were looking into the future, ran through Henry's veins. All his premonitions were coming true.
"Did you hear that wolf?" asked de Peyster. "It is but a wilderness after al
