seen　her　even　smile　other　than　bitterly。　　Characteristically
  unconscious　of　any　humor　in　her　error；　he　remained　unembarrassed。
  But　he　could　not　help　noticing　a　change　in　the　expression　of　her
  face；　her　voice；　and　even　her　intonation。　　It　seemed　as　if　that
  fit　of　laughter　had　loosed　the　last　ties　that　bound　her　to　a
  self…imposed　character；　had　swept　away　the　last　barrier　between
  her　and　her　healthier　nature；　had　dispossessed　a　painful
  unreality；　and　relieved　the　morbid　tension　of　a　purely　nervous
  attitude。　　The　change　in　her　utterance　and　the　resumption　of　her
  softer　Spanish　accent　seemed　to　have　come　with　her　confidences；
  and　Low　took　leave　of　her　before　their　sylvan　cabin　with　a
  comrade's　heartiness；　and　a　complete　forgetfulness　that　her　voice
  had　ever　irritated　him。
  When　he　returned　that　afternoon　he　was　startled　to　find　the　cabin
  empty。　　But　instead　of　bearing　any　appearance　of　disturbance　or
  hurried　flight；　the　rude　interior　seemed　to　have　magically
  assumed　a　decorous　order　and　cleanliness　unknown　before。　　Fresh
  bark　hid　the　inequalities　of　the　floor。　　The　skins　and　blankets
  were　folded　in　the　corners；　the　rude　shelves　were　carefully
  arranged；　even　a　few　tall　ferns　and　bright　but　quickly　fading
  flowers　were　disposed　around　the　blackened　chimney。　　She　had
  evidently　availed　herself　of　the　change　of　clothing　he　had
  brought　her；　for　her　late　garments　were　hanging　from　the　hastily…
  devised　wooden　pegs　driven　in　the　wall。　　The　young　man　gazed
  around　him　with　mixed　feelings　of　gratification　and　uneasiness。
  His　presence　had　been　dispossessed　in　a　single　hour；　his　ten
  years　of　lonely　habitation　had　left　no　trace　that　this　woman　had
  not　effaced　with　a　deft　move　of　her　hand。　　More　than　that；　it
  looked　as　if　she　had　always　occupied　it；　and　it　was　with　a
  singular　conviction　that　even　when　she　should　occupy　it　no　longer
  it　would　only　revert　to　him　as　her　dwelling　that　he　dropped　the
  bark　shutters　athwart　the　opening；　and　left　it　to　follow　her。
  To　his　quick　ear；　fine　eye；　and　abnormal　senses；　this　was　easy
  enough。　　She　had　gone　in　the　direction　of　this　morning's　camp。
  Once　or　twice　he　paused　with　a　half…gesture　of　recognition　and　a
  characteristic　〃Good！〃　at　the　place　where　she　had　stopped；　but
  was　surprised　to　find　that　her　main　course　had　been　as　direct　as
  his　own。　　Deviating　from　this　direct　line　with　Indian　precaution；
  he　first　made　a　circuit　of　the　camp；　and　approached　the　shattered
  trunk　from　the　opposite　direction。　　He　consequently　came　upon
  Teresa　unawares。　　But　the　momentary　astonishment　and
  embarrassment　were　his　alone。
  He　scarcely　recognized　her。　　She　was　wearing　the　garments　he　had
  brought　her　the　day　beforea　certain　discarded　gown　of　Miss
  Nellie　Wynn；　which　he　had　hurriedly　begged　from　her　under　the
  pretext　of　clothing　the　wife　of　a　distressed　overland　emigrant
  then　on　the　way　to　the　mines。　　Although　he　had　satisfied　his
  conscience　with　the　intention　of　confessing　the　pious　fraud　to
  her　when　Teresa　was　gone　and　safe　from　pursuit；　it　was　not
  without　a　sense　of　remorse　that　he　witnessed　the　sacrilegious
  transformation。　　The　two　women　were　nearly　the　same　height　and
  size；　and　although　Teresa's　maturer　figure　accented　the　outlines
  more　strongly；　it　was　still　becoming　enough　to　increase　his
  irritation。
  Of　this　becomingness　she　was　doubtless　unaware　at　the　moment　that
  he　surprised　her。　　She　was　conscious　of　having　〃a　change；〃　and
  this　had　emboldened　her　to　〃do　her　hair〃　and　otherwise　compose
  herself。　　After　their　greeting　she　was　the　first　to　allude　to　the
  dress；　regretting　that　it　was　not　more　of　a　rough　disguise；　and
  that；　as　she　must　now　discard　the　national　habit　of　wearing　her
  shawl　〃manta〃　fashion　over　her　head；　she　wanted　a　hat。　　〃But　you
  must　not；〃　she　said；　〃borrow　any　more　dresses　for　me　from　your
  young　woman。　　Buy　them　for　me　at　some　shop。　　They　left　me　enough
  money　for　that。〃　　Low　gently　put　aside　the　few　pieces　of　gold　she
  had　drawn　from　her　pocket；　and　briefly　reminded　her　of　the
  suspicion　such　a　purchase　by　him　would　produce。　　〃That's　so；〃　she
  said；　with　a　laugh。　　〃Caramba！　what　a　mule　I'm　becoming！　　Ah！
  wait　a　moment。　　I　have　it！　　Buy　me　a　common　felt　hata　man's
  hatas　if　for　yourself；　as　a　change　to　that　animal；〃　pointing　to
  the　fox…tailed　cap　he　wore　summer　and　winter；　〃and　I'll　show　you
  a　trick。　　I　haven't　run　a　theatrical　wardrobe　for　nothing。〃　　Nor
  had　she；　for　the　hat　thus　procured；　a　few　days　later；　became；　by
  the　aid　of　a　silk　handkerchief　and　a　bluejay's　feather；　a
  fascinating　〃pork　pie。〃
  Whatever　cause　of　annoyance　to　Low　still　lingered　in　Teresa's
  dress；　it　was　soon　forgotten　in　a　palpable　evidence　of　Teresa's
  value　as　a　botanical　assistant。　　It　appeared　that　during　the
  afternoon　she　had　not　only　duplicated　his　specimens；　but　had
  discoverd　one　or　two　rare　plants　as　yet　unclassified　in　the　flora
  of　the　Carquinez　Woods。　　He　was　delighted；　and　in　turn；　over　the
  campfire；　yielded　up　some　details　of　his　present　life　and　some　of
  his　earlier　recollections。
  〃You　don't　remember　anything　of　your　father？〃　she　asked。　　〃Did　he
  ever　try　to　seek　you　out？〃
  〃No！　　Why　should　he？〃　replied　the　imperturbable　Low；　〃he　was　not
  a　Cherokee。〃
  〃No；　he　was　a　beast；〃　responded　Teresa　promptly。　　〃And　your
  motherdo　you　remember　her？〃
  〃No；　I　think　she　died。〃
  〃You　THINK　she　died？　　Don't　you　know？〃
  〃No！〃
  〃Then　you're　another！〃　said　Teresa。　　Notwithstanding　this
  frankness；　they　shook　hands　for　the　night：　Teresa　nestling　like　a
  rabbit　in　a　hollow　by　the　side　of　the　campfire；　Low　with　his　feet
  towards　it；　Indian…wise；　and　his　head　and　shoulders　pillowed　on
  his　haversack；　only　half　distinguishable　in　the　darkness　beyond。
  With　such　trivial　details　three　uneventful　days　slipped　by。
  Their　retreat　was　undisturbed；　nor　could　Low　detect；　by　the　least
  evidence　to　his　acute　perceptive　faculties；　that　any　intruding
  feet　had　since　crossed　the　belt　of　shade。　　The　echoes　of　passing
  events　at　Indian　Spring　had　recorded　the　escape　of　Teresa　as
  occurring　at　a　remote　and　purely　imaginative　distance；　and　her
  probable　direction　the　county　of　Yolo。
  〃Can　you　remember；〃　he　one　day　asked　her；　〃what　time　it　was　when
  you　cut　the　riata　and　got　away？〃
  Teresa　pressed　her　hands　upon　her　eyes　and　temples。
  〃About　three；　I　reckon。〃
  〃And　you　were　here　at　seven；　you　could　have　covered　some　ground
  in　four　hours？〃
  〃PerhapsI　don't　know；〃　she　said；　her　voice　taking　up　its　old
  quality　again。　　〃Don't　ask　meI　ran　all　the　way。〃
  Her　face　was　quite　pale　as　she　removed　her　hands　from　her　eyes；
  and　her　breath　came　as　quickly　as　if　she　had　just　finished　that
  race　for　life。
  〃Then　you　think　I　am　safe　here？〃　she　added；　after　a　pause。
  〃Perfectlyuntil　they　find　you　are　NOT　in　Yolo。　　Then　they'll
  look　here。　　And　THAT'S　the　time　for　you　to　go　THERE。〃　　Teresa
  smiled　timidly。
  〃It　will　take　them　some　time　to　search　Yolounless；〃　she　added；
  〃you're　tired　of　me　here。〃　　The　charming　non　sequitur　did　not；
  however；　seem　to　strike　the　young　man。　　〃I've　got　time　yet　to
  find　a　few　more　plants　for　you；〃　she　suggested。
  〃Oh；　certainly！〃
  〃And　give　you　a　few　more　lessons　in　cooking。〃
  〃Perhaps。〃
  The　conscientious　and　literal　Low　was　beginning　to　doubt　if　she
  were　really　practical。　　How　otherwise　could　she　trifle　with　such
  a　situation？
  It　must　be　confessed　that　that　day　and　the　next　she　did　trifle
  with　it。　　She　gave　herself　up　to　a　grave　and　delicious　languor
  that　seemed　to　flow　from　shadow　and　silence　and　permeate　her
  entire　being。　　She　passed　hours　in　a　thoughtful　repose　of　mind
  and　spirit　that　seemed　to　fall　like　balm　from　those　steadfast
  guardians；　and　distill　their　gentle　ether　in　her　soul；　or
  breathed　into　her　listening　ear　immunity　from　the　forgotten　past；
  and　security　for　the　present。　　If　there　was　no　dream　of　the
  future　in　this　calm；　even　recurrence　of　placid　existence；　so　much
  the　better。　　The　simple　details　of　each　succeeding　day；　the
  quaint　housekeeping；　the　brief　companionship　and　coming　and　going
  of　her　young　hosthimself　at　best　a　crystallized　personification
  of　the　sedate　and　hospitable　woodssatisfied　her　feeble
  cravings。　　She　no　longer　regretted　the　inferior　position　that　her
  fears　had　obliged　her　to　take　the　first　night　she　came；　she　began
  to　look　up　to　this　young　manso　much　younger　than　herself
  without　knowing　what　it　meant；　it　was　not　until　she　found　that
  this　attitude　did　not　detract　from　his　picturesqueness　that　she
  discovered　herself　seeking　for　reasons　to　degrade　him　from　this
  seductive　eminence。
  A　week　had　elapsed　with　little　change。　　On　two　days　he　had　been
  absent　all　day；　returning　only　in　time　to　sup　in　the　hollow　tree；
  which；　thanks　to　the　final　removal　of　the　dead　bear　from　its
  vicinity；　was　now　considered　a　safer　retreat　than　the　exposed
  camp…fire。　　On　the　first　of　these　occasions　she　received　him　with
  some　preoccupation；　paying　but　little　heed　to　the　scant　gossip　he
  brought　from　Indian　Spring；　and　retiring　early　under　the　plea　of
  fatigue；　that　he　might　seek　his　own　distant　camp…fire；　which；
  thanks　to　her　stronger　nerves　and　regained　courage；　she　no　longer
  required　so　near。　　On　the　second　occasion；　he　found　her　writing　a
  letter　more　or　less　blotted　with　her　tears。　　When　it　was
  finished