CHAPTER II.
At first I could not make out what it was that had roused me. Then I felt Violet's hand steal into mine. Her voice whispered in my ear, "Eric!" I turned over towards her on the pillow. "Be still. They're here." I did as she bade me. I was still. I heard no sound but the lazy rippling of the river.
"Who's here?" I asked, when, as I deemed, I had been silent long enough.
"S-sh!" I felt her finger pressed against my lips. I was still again. The silence was broken in rather a peculiar manner.
"I don't think you quite understand me."
The words were spoken in a man's voice, as it seemed to me, close behind my back. I was so startled by the unexpected presence of a third person that I made as if to spring up in bed. My wife caught me by the arm. Before I could remonstrate or shake off her grasp a woman's laughter rang through the little cabin. It was too metallic to be agreeable. And a woman's voice replied —
"I understand you well enough, don't you make any error!"
There was a momentary pause.
"You don't understand me, fool!"
The first four words were spoken with a deliberation which meant volumes, while the final epithet came with a sudden malignant ferocity which took me aback. The speaker, whoever he might be, meant mischief. I sprang up and out of bed.
