"I did dream," she said. "Did you?"
"No. When I slept, I slept hard. And your dreams?"
"Were all of two men. Of you and another man, Timber-Wolf, you call him—Bruce Standing. I heard him call you 'Baby Devil'! That got into my dreams. I thought that we three...."
She broke off, and still her eyes, fathomless, mysterious, regarded him strangely.
"Well?" he demanded. "We three?"
She shivered. And, knowing that he had seen, she exclaimed quickly:
"That's because I'm cold! I'm near frozen. Can't we have a fire?"
"But the dream?" he insisted.
"Dreams are nothing by the time they're told," she answered swiftly. "So why tell them? And the fire?"