"Did you recognize any of them?"
"I think Joe Mannis was one."
"Devil Chad?"
Ramsay said positively, "He was not among them. I would have recognized him."
"Did you shoot at them?"
"No, I shot to attract you and Pieter."
"Well, that's all right, too. They won't be back tonight, or likely any other night. Come on."
They helped Ramsay into the house, bathed his head and put him to bed. He awoke to a mist-filled morning.
No breath of air stirred. Visibility was almost non-existent; the mist was so heavy that it almost hid the lake. Ramsay, with all the elasticity of youth, had recovered quickly from last night's incident and he had a good appetite for the breakfast Marta had prepared.
Then Marta tossed her head defiantly. "All of you have been away," she announced, "and you have done many things. I have been nowhere and I have not done anything. But today I go to Three Points to shop."