The girl looked up at him.
"Well, I don't know much about it."
"This way: Hit takes two to do hit best. You catch holt two corners o' the shawl now. Hist it on a stick in the middle. Draw it down all over the fire. Let her simmer under some green stuff. Now! Lift her clean off, sideways, so's not ter break the smoke ball. See 'em go up? That's how."
He looked at the girl keenly under his bushy gray brows.
"That's the Injun signal fer 'Enemy in the country.' S'pose you ever wanted to signal, say to white folks, 'Friend in the country,' you might remember--three short puffs an' one long one. That might bring up a friend. Sech a signal can be seed a long ways."
Molly flushed to the eyes.
"What do you mean?"
"Nothin' at all, any more'n you do."
Jackson rose and left her.