"I know what to do with my own, you! See to it that you do the same." Tom glared at Norval.
Then Norval turned and went back to the wood-cabin. His face had grown old and stern, his eyes hard. Katherine was awake; she was still crying.
"Jim—what—what—is it to be?"
"I'm going the rest of the way with you, Katherine. And as you value the future, let us bury everything here. To-morrow, we must take the boat back to New York."
Early the next morning Norval, he and Katherine having passed as comfortable a night as possible in the cabin, went to Mam'selle Jo's and hastily packed most of his clothing. He sent a boy to Longville's for Katherine's luggage, giving them no explanations, left a brief note for Jo, and—drifted from Point of Pines.
Mam'selle returned from her business trip late in the afternoon. Marcel stopped her as she passed.
"I think you'll find company at your house," she said, quite excitedly for her. "A boarder came here day before yesterday; she walked down to Point of Pines the next morning. She knows your boarder. The storm must have kept her. I daresay Donelle made her comfortable."
"Donelle?" Jo stared. "Wasn't Donelle with you last night, Marcel?"
"No."
Jo waited to hear no more. She laid the whip on Molly's surprised back and bent over the reins.