"Who is that, pray?"
"Oh, that handsome young Irishman, Patrick O'Neil."
"Did Sir George grant his request?"
"Yes, conditionally, on good behavior during the next two months, coupled with the consent of the chief."
"And what about Little Moon herself? Does she care for him?"
"I think she does, but she is a proud girl, and will need winning—a part of the bargain Pat is ready for."
"My pail is full now," said Helen. "Will you call the women, Captain? It is time to return."
"Wait a moment, please," said Cummings.
Helen turned a questioning look toward him. Again she met that peculiar expression in his eyes which she had seen so often. It was furtive yet piercing, and gave her a little thrill.
"I just want to talk with you a moment," he said lightly. "I so rarely get a chance that I feel like thanking my stars when one does come in my way."