She ran from the tent, carrying her little bag and the cant dog scepter of the Flaggs.
“Can you start back at once?” she called to Jeff.
“Aye! It’s orders.”
She saw Latisan at the shore, directing the movements of the men; he was once more the drive master, his cant dog in his hand, terse in his commands, obeyed in his authority.
He pulled off his cap and walked to meet her when she hastened toward him.
“I’m going back to Adonia.”
“My guess was right, you see!”
“Are you coming soon to report?—Shall I tell my grandfather——” She halted in her query as if she were regretting the eagerness in her tone.
“I’ll leave it to you to tell him all that has happened up here. But you may say to him, if you will, that I’m staying with the drive from now on.”
Her charioteer swung the big bays and headed them toward the mouth of the tote road, halting them near her.