If her new baby were
only a boy, he could help her and she would win. Again she stood
dreaming of the vision she had seen at dawn.
The dark young face suddenly went white and her hand gripped the facing
of the door.
She waited half doubting, half amused at her fears. It was only the
twinge of a muscle perhaps. She smiled at her sudden panic. The thought
had scarcely formed before she blanched the second time and the firm
lips came together with sudden energy as she glanced at the child
playing on the rug at her feet.
She seized the horn that hung beside the door and blew the pioneer's
long call of danger. Its shrill note rang through the woods against the
hills in cadences that seemed half muffled by the falling snow.
Again her anxious eyes looked from the doorway. Would he never come! The
trembling slender hand once more lifted the horn, a single wild note
rang out and broke suddenly into silence. The horn fell from her limp
grasp and she lifted her eyes to the darkening sky in prayer, as Tom's
voice from the edge of the woods came strong and full:
"Yes, Honey, I'm comin'!"
There was no question of doctor or nurse. The young pioneer mother only
asked for her mate.
For two fearful hours she gripped his rough hands until at last her
nails brought the blood, but the man didn't know or care.
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