Lynde waved her hand as she drew near . `` Oh , Emily , I 've had such a splendid sail . It was glorious . Bad Emily , you 've been carrying water . Did n't I tell you never to do that when I was away ? '' `` I did n't have to do it . That young minister up at Rexton met me and brought it up . He 's nice , Lynde . '' Lynde 's brow darkened . She turned and walked away to the house without a word . On his way home that night Alan met Isabel King on the main shore road . She carried an armful of pine boughs and said she wanted the needles for a cushion . Yet the thought came into Alan 's mind that she was spying on him and , although he tried to dismiss it as unworthy , it continued to lurk there . For a week he avoided the shore , but there came a day when its inexplicable lure drew him to it again irresistibly . It was a warm , windy evening and the air was sweet and resinous , the lake misty and blue . There was no sign of life about Four Winds and the shore seemed as lonely and virgin as if human foot had never trodden it . The Captain 's yacht was gone from the little harbour where it was generally anchored and , though every flutter of wind in the scrub firs made Alan 's heart beat expectantly , he saw nothing of Lynde Oliver . He was on the point of turning homeward , with an unreasoning sense of disappointment , when one of Lynde 's dogs broke down through the hedge of spruces , barking loudly . Alan looked for Lynde to follow , but she did not , and he speedily saw that there was something unusual about the dog 's behaviour . The animal circled around him , still barking excitedly , then ran off for a short distance , stopped , barked again , and returned , repeating the manoeuvre .
It was plain that he wanted Alan XXXXX follow him , and it occurred to the young minister that the dog 's mistress must be in danger of some kind .
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