The two horses dashed into sight around the bushes, and were sharply pulled up on their haunches. They were ridden by Bela and Jack. At the sight of her the old wild commotion was resumed in Sam's breast. Forgetting all else, he jumped up, snatching his hand out of Musq'oosis's.
"You tricked me!" he cried furiously to him.
The motionless figure gave no sign.
Bela turned on the native boy. "You lie to me!" she cried, raising the switch she carried.
He put heels to his horse and evaded her.
Bela turned on Sam. "You t'ink I come here see you," she cried furiously. "It's not true. I hate you!"
"God knows I didn't come to see you!" retorted Sam bitterly.
"I'll go back," she said, instantly turning her horse.
"Wait!" cried Sam. "Look after Musq'oosis. He's really sick. I'll go."
Bela looked at the little figure lying so still, and her anger failed her. Her face broke up. Slipping out of her saddle, she went to him, keeping her back turned toward Sam. Sam picked up his bridle and went to catch his horse.