look of anxiety.
"Ay; the Pawnees are at the Yellow Creek jist at
this time, but I've heerd they're 'bout to break up
camp an' away west; so we'll need to use haste."
"May I go, mother?" asked Dick, with a look of
anxiety.
There was evidently a conflict in the widow's breast,
but it quickly ceased.
"Yes, my boy," she said in her own low, quiet voice;
"and God go with ye. I knew the time must come