“I can’t move him,” she thought, triumphantly. “I can no more move him than I could move a mountain!”
Paul was gone. Hollis followed him to the door. “We two must stay here and protect the women, you know,” said the judge, warningly.
“Why, certainly,” said Hollis; “of course,—the ladies.” He came back.
Suddenly Eve hurried out.
Paul reached the Indian quarters, and walked up to the fire. He gave a look round the circle.
The newly arrived man, the one whom Hollis had called dangerous, sprang to his feet.
Paul took him by the throat and shook the breath out of him.
When Hollis came hurrying up, the thing was done; the other Indians, abject and terrified, were helping to bind the interloper.
“The cook can watch them now,” said Paul. “I suppose there’s no supper, with all this row?”
Hollis gave a grim laugh. “At a pinch—like this, I don’t mind cooking one.”