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bilities were held in abeyance by a will that, once roused, was strong even unto death.
He went out. It was dark. Away to the east Mount Hood lifted its blazing crater into the heavens like a gigantic torch, and the roar of the eruption came deep and hoarse through the stillness of night. Once, twice, it seemed to Cecil that the ground trembled slightly under his feet. The Indians were huddled in groups watching the burning crest of the volcano. As the far-off nickering light fell on their faces, it showed them to be full of abject fear.
"It is like the end of the world," thought Cecil. "Would that it were; then she and I might die together."
He left the camp and took the trail through the wood to the trysting- place; for, late as it was, he knew that she
