“So I have heard,” said Loseis indifferently.
Gault was deceived by her coolness. He argued that she was too young to be able to hide her feelings so consummately. She did not care for the young geologist. Their meetings had been too few and brief for any serious damage to be worked. He began to feel better.
“How did you learn of my father’s death?” asked Loseis unexpectedly.
Gault determined to tell the truth, since it must become known anyway. “The Indian Etzooah brought me the news. Did you not send him?”
“No,” said Loseis.
“Well!” said Gault with an air of astonishment. “I suppose he must have started off blindly on his own account.”
“I didn’t know he could speak English,” said Loseis.
“He can’t. Only Cree.”
“Nobody here knew that he could speak Cree, either,” said Loseis.
Gault allowed the subject to drop. “While you were away I have been sitting here thinking over your affairs,” he said, enveloping Loseis with his smile.