She started back to life.
"What has he done?"
"Everything. He's been Electra's right-hand man. I'll run down to see him a minute presently."
He hoped Rose would send some word of appreciative thanks. Old Osmond, he knew, would like it. But she got up and gave him her hand, in her grave affectionate way, and said good-night. She remembered how Osmond and her father had met in contest, and she knew Osmond would not seek her until Markham MacLeod was wholly gone.
XXVII
Peter met his brother midway in the field, and waited for him.
"I'll go with you," he said.
"No," said Osmond, "I'm not going now. Come back to the shack."
"You're a regular night-owl," said Peter, as they turned. "When I don't find you after dark, I know you're in the woods, prowling. What makes you?"