"I have no reason to think otherwise, but I have only known him since we landed here. He is chock full of superstition——"
"That is the Highlander in him."
"A bit hot-blooded too, and apt to boil over."
"That is the Spaniard."
"And he's crazy after the spoil out yonder."
"The Highlander again. It is, as you say, perhaps just as well you do not care for it, or you might have quarrelled."
"He is welcome to it all as far as I am concerned."
"I am of his country. I can understand how he feels. It is the old riever spirit in him finding its opportunity."
XXVIII
He was vitally conscious of her proximity to him as they paced through the soft sand towards the raft. The sight of her pink toes popping in and out from under her blanket-skirt quickened his blood. He knew without looking when she glanced round at him now and again, as when he had asked her name.