The simple words acted on him like a strong tonic. His brow smoothed; his mouth hardened; and he was mightily ashamed for his moment of weakness.
"More fun!" he said with his dry, arrogant note of laughter. "Act four of the drama begins!"
Natalie caught his spirit and laughed back.
"Who was the half-breed, do you suppose?" he said. "Whitey-blue eyes, ugly scar!"
"Don't you remember?" she said quickly. "The stage to the Landing——"
"Xavier! Of course!" he cried.
"And the second woman?"
"I only saw a ring of gray curls under her hat."
"Mary Co-que-wasa!"
"Hm! The entire dramatis personæ?" said Garth.