Captain Leek heard the words, too, and must have understood them, for he stared stonily at the big, good-looking miner. Their greeting had been very brief; evidently they were not congenial spirits.
“Is that a—a child?” asked the captain, as the little creature drooped drowsily with its face against ’Tana’s neck; “really a child?”
“Really a child,” returned the girl, “and the sweetest, prettiest little thing in the world when her eyes are open.” As he continued to stare at her in astonishment while their boats kept opposite each other, she added: “You would have sooner expected to see me with a pet bear, or wolf, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes; I think I would,” he confessed, and she drew the child closer and kissed it and laughed happily.
“That is because you only know one side of me,” she said.
The stars were thick overhead, and their clear light made the night beautiful. When they reached the boats of Akkomi, only a short parley was held, and then an Indian canoe darted out ahead of the others. Two dark experts bent to the paddles and old Akkomi sat near the girl and the child. Looking in their dusky faces, ’Tana realized more fully that she was again in the land of the Kootenais.
It was just as she would have chosen to come back, and close against her heart was pressed the message by which he had called her.
The child slept, but she and the old Indian talked now and then in low tones all through the night. She felt no weariness. The air she breathed was as a tonic 348 against fatigue, and when the canoe veered to the left and entered the creek leading to camp, she knew her journey was almost over.
The dusk was yet over the land, a faint whiteness touched the eastern edge of the night and told of the dawn to come, but it had not arrived.
The camp was wrapped in silence. Only the watch-man of the ore-sheds was awake, and came tramping down to the shore when their paddles dipped in the water and told him a boat was near. It was the man Saunders.