“Certainly.”
“Well, couldn’t he be watching, and when we were in—” her hand pounced onto a sprig of birch and crushed it—“just like that?”
“A trap!” I cried. “I never thought of that. Of course. And with no food, even if we were safe at first, we’d have to give in in the end.”
“Which we’ll never, never do, of course,” she said firmly. She looked around at the fir and birch boughs hung in the cave. “I don’t think I care to move just at the present. While this apartment is not as roomy or light as it might be, I am quite fascinated with its interior decorations, as well as its safety. No; Mr. Brack must find other tenants for his cabins. I think we shall remain right here.”
I laughed in sheer relief at the serio-comic air with which she said this.
“Betty,” I said, “aren’t you even a little bit afraid?”
“Oh, yes, Gardy,” she said, instantly serious. “Aren’t you? I’m lots afraid. But we mustn’t let that bother us, must we?”
“Emphatically, no! We mustn’t let anything bother us. You mustn’t let anything worry you. We’ll get along, somehow; I don’t know how, but I know we will——”
“Of course we will!”
“And when it comes to Captain Brack——”