Gault nodded somberly. “The girl and the man,” he said. “Before anybody comes in.”
Moale shrugged acquiescently.
CHAPTER XIX
PREPARING FOR DANGER
As soon as Moale rode away Loseis, Conacher and Mary-Lou held a council. The sense of common danger drew them very close together; their hearts were soft towards each other. The whites treated the Indian girl exactly as one of themselves. But poor Mary-Lou was not of much help to them. Terror had her in its grip again.
The sunshine drew them outside the door of the Women’s House. Loseis cast her eyes about the scene. “Ah! how beautiful the world is!” she murmured. “Only men spoil it!”
“Cheer up!” said Conacher stoutly. “They haven’t got us yet!”
“I do not mind danger!” said Loseis quickly. “But such wickedness hurts my breast. It spoils life!”
“I know,” said Conacher. “You cannot believe in it.”
“Well, never mind our feelings,” said Loseis with a shake of her black mane. “What have we got to expect now?”
“We’ve got the time it will take Moale to ride to his master and report,” said Conacher.