Their lips met.
Bela struggled to free herself. "This no tam be happy," she whispered.
They looked down at Musq'oosis again. His eyes were wide open, and he was smiling at them in a different way.
"I feel better," he said slyly.
Bela and Sam sprang up in terror and retreated a little way, staring at him, staring at each other with wild eyes. Gradually they realized how they had been tricked, and the old scowls returned to each face. Both were silent.
Musq'oosis sat up in his blankets.
"For goodness, don' begin any more foolishness," he said calmly. "I am ongry. To-day I shoot four partridge while I waitin'. Let's have supper. I will wash the clay off my face."
Sam suddenly straightened his back. "I don't care!" he cried. "Do you, Bela?"
"No!" she answered, flying to his open arms.