The hollow-cheeked girl made room for her at her side.
"You are new?"
"Quite new—to this."
The words, and the manner in which they were spoken, made the other glance quickly at her companion.
"It is a strange place to go—Tête Jaune," she said. "It is a terrible place for a woman."
"And yet you are going?"
"I have friends there. Have you?"
"No."
The girl stared at her in amazement. Her voice and her eyes were bolder now.
"And without friends you are going—there?" she cried. "You have no husband—no brother——"