“That is true,” said Millicent. “Be content to let the matter rest. Or stay. They are now coming up the mountain and the Indians will not dare to follow them into the pass. They know that they are desperate men. If I promise to say nothing to them of your conduct, will you promise to refrain from the like in future?”
“The Dutchman would tell.”
“Not if I ask him not,” said Millicent, smiling on the German.
“No, py der saints! I nefer says nottings, put I keep oop a good deal of t’inking all de dimes.”
“Do you promise, Mr. Damand?”
“I must. I can’t afford to have Ben against me.”
“Then it is a bargain. See that you keep your part, Jan,” said Millicent.
“Oh, I keeps my pargains,” said Jan. “Off it’s a pad one, I can nix help it. I makes pad pargains sometimes, ven I can not help him. Let us co down to Penn. I very sorry to keep any t’ing vrom Penn. He goot chap. You no dells der young feller?”
Millicent flushed crimson. The acute German had found out that she loved Bentley Morris.
“Why should I tell him, Jan?”