Stonor dreaded the effect of this on Clare. She, however, seemed to be upborne by some inner thought.
“I know something better than that,” the woman said presently.
“What?”
“Don’t tie him up. Leave him just as he is, without gun, axe or knife. Let him walk around until he goes off his nut or starves to death. Then there’ll be no evidence. But if you leave him tied they’ll find his body with the rope round it.”
“That’s a good idea. But he might possibly make his way to Myengeen’s village.”
“Just let him try it. It’s a hundred and fifty miles round by land. Muskeg and down timber.”
“But if he sticks to the river, Mary Moosa might bring him back help.”
“She’ll get no help from Myengeen. She’s got to go to Enterprise for help. Two weeks. Even a redbreast couldn’t last two weeks in the bush. And by that time we’ll be——”
“Easy!” said Imbrie warningly.
“We’ll be out of reach,” she said, laughing.