"Coming toward us. Shall we go into this shop?"
"No, thank you! There is no reason why I should hide in a butcher-shop, simply to avoid meeting the man. We'll walk straight past him. If he speaks, we'll ignore him."
"I wish we were in a civilized country."
"This man is supposed to be civilized. Don't let him catch your eye. Go on; don't lag."
Craig stepped in front of them, smiling as he raised his helmet. "This is an unexpected pleasure."
Elsa, looking coldly beyond him, attempted to pass.
"Surely you remember me?"
"I remember an insolent cad," replied Elsa, her eyes beginning to burn dangerously. "Will you stand aside?"
He threw a swift glance about. He saw with satisfaction that none but natives was in evidence.
Elsa's glance roved, too, with a little chill of despair. In stories Warrington would have appeared about this time and soundly trounced this impudent scoundrel. She realized that she must settle this affair alone. She was not a soldier's daughter for nothing.