"It's his plantation we are talking about," said Eva. "Once it was a military post, he says. Perhaps like Ehrenbreitstein."
"Exactly," said Dallas, from behind; "the same massive frowning stone walls."
"There were four one-story wooden barracks once," said Rod; "whitewashed; flag-pole in the centre. There's nothing now but a chimney; we've taken the boards for our mill."
"See the cyclamen, good folk," called out Gordon-Gray.
On a small plateau near by a thousand cyclamen, white and pink, had lifted their wings as if to fly away. Off went Pierre to get them for Eva.
"Have you ever seen the bears in the canes yourself?" pursued Eva.
"I've seen them in many places besides canes," answered Rod, grimly.
"I too have seen bears," Eva went on. "At Berne, you know."