Kent and Lydia exchanged glances as Charlie led the squaw—Susie, he called her—into the woods, after Lydia had heaped her old arms with food. Kent and Gustus had put the dinner on the table and they all were seated at the meal when Charlie returned.
"What did she want, Charlie?" asked Olga.
"You wouldn't care if I told you," replied Charlie, grimly. "But," he burst forth suddenly, "some day you whites will pay. Some day the Japs or the Jews will do to you Americans what you've done to us."
"Who cares!" cried Olga, pertly. "Have a pickle, Charlie, and cheer up." She pushed the pickle dish toward him.
"Or some catsup," suggested Gustus, depositing the bottle by Charlie's plate.
"Or a sardine," added Margery.
Charlie's lips twitched and he smiled and Miss Towne sighed in a relieved way. The meal progressed without a further crisis.
After the dishes were done, Kent followed Lydia, who was strolling off for a last walk in the woods.
"Do you suppose she told Charlie about Levine?" he asked, as he overtook her.
"Look out, Charlie's coming," said Lydia and in a moment the Indian had joined them.