"As long as they didn't see the silver," said she, "I care very little what they said."
"But I care!"
"Then you are not to. Do you think they saw the silver?"
"No; I'm pretty sure they didn't. How quickly you must have bundled it in again!"
"There was occasion for quickness. We must put it to rights after lunch. Meanwhile come along and look here."
She had led the way along the veranda, and now stood fingering one of the whitewashed posts. It was pocked about the middle with ancient bullet-marks.
"This was the post my father stood behind. Not much of a shelter, was it?"
Engelhardt seemed interested and yet distrait. He made no answer.
"Why don't you speak?" cried Naomi. "What has struck you?"
"Nothing much," he replied. "Only when you heard the voices, and I went to the door, the big brute was showing the little brute this very veranda-post!"