Her lips were parted. And
dumbly he waited, and wondered, until she stood close to him.
Then, swiftly, her arms were around his neck, and she kissed him.
In an instant she was back on her knees at the wounded man's side,
her burning face hidden against him, and Cassidy was laughing, and
holding out both hands to McKay.
"McKay, Roger McKay, I want you to meet Mrs. Terence Cassidy, my
wife," he said. And the girl raised her face, so that her shining
eyes were on Jolly Roger.
Still dumbly he stood where he was.
"The Missioner from Du Brochet was here yesterday, and married
us," he heard Cassidy saying. "And we've written out my
resignation together, old man. We've both won. I thank God you put
that bullet into me down on the shore, for it's brought me
paradise. And here's my hand on it, McKay--forever and ever!"
Half an hour later, when McKay stumbled out into the forest trail
again, his eyes were blinded by tears and his heart choked by a
new hope as big as the world itself. Yellow Bird was right, and
God must have been with her that night when her soul went to
commune with Nada's. For Yellow Bird had proved herself again. And
now he believed her.
He believed in the world again. He believed in love and happiness
and the glory of life, and as he went down the narrow trail to his
canoe, with Peter close behind him, his heart was crying out
Nada's name and Yellow Bird's promise that sometime--somewhere--
they two would find happiness together, as Giselle and Terence
Cassidy had found it.
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