"It'll be better tomorrow," he said.
"What will?" she asked.
"My face. It must look sort of funny."
"Not half as funny as Aleck Curry's," she comforted him. "And if anyone dares to laugh at you—after what happened out there——"
Peter caught the flash in her dark eyes. In spite of his protest she pulled him through the open door of Jame Clamart's cabin. Adette was bending over the crib of young Telesphore. Her big blue eyes widened and she gave a little gasp when she saw Peter, his hand still held in Mona's.
And then, to his horror, she giggled.
In an instant Mona was at her side.
"Adette Clamart, don't you dare laugh!" she cried. "If you had seen it! If you had seen him whip Aleck Curry——"
"But his eye!" exclaimed Adette chokingly. "I mean that eye, Mona—the one that's open! It looks so—so funny!"