“What is the connection between her and Imbrie?”
“I don’t know. They just seemed to take each other for granted.”
“How did Imbrie address her?”
“I don’t know. They spoke to each other in some Indian tongue. Mary said it sounded a little like the Beaver language, but she could not understand it.”
“Where do you suppose this woman kept herself while Imbrie was living beside the falls?”
Clare shook her head.
“If we knew that it would explain much!”
“Well, that’s all of my story,” said Clare. “Now tell me every little thing you’ve done and thought since you left us.”
“That’s a large order,” said Stonor, smiling.
When he had finished his tale he took her to the door of her tent.