“You must stay close to the house all day. This shall be your room now . . . Ah! the happy room! Do not go near the windows. . . . Where did you leave your dug-out last night?”
“Hidden under the willows about a furlong downstream. I thought I had better communicate with you before showing myself.”
“You did right! . . . If the Slavis were here your dug-out would be discovered within an hour, but Gault will never find it. . . . You must sleep all you can to-day.”
“You must sleep too.”
“Ah! happiness has made me over! I need no sleep! . . . However, I will be sensible. I will be back from the lake in three or four hours, and will sleep all day in the kitchen. Neither of us will get any sleep to-night.”
“I don’t altogether like your plan,” said Conacher frowning. “I should be the one to stay here.”
“You are wrong in that,” said Loseis earnestly. “There is nothing of any value here. All Gault cares about is the fur. The post of danger is with the fur, and you have that.”
“Why shouldn’t you and I take it out together?”
“No! If I left the Post, it would give Gault an excuse to say that I had given up my rights here.”
“But how can I leave you alone again?”