"Nothing. Only—only that's where that strange white man is."
"What's so terrible about him?"
Marian hesitated. She had come to the end of a blind alley. Should she tell him of her experience with the miner who demanded the blue envelope, and of her suspicion that this man at East Cape was that same man?
She looked into his frank blue eyes for a moment, then said to herself,
"Yes, I will."
She did tell him the whole story. When she had finished, there was a new, a very friendly light in the boy's eyes.
"I say," he exclaimed, "That was bully good of you. It really was.
That man—"
He hesitated. Marian thought she was going to be told the whole secret of the blue envelope.
"That man," he repeated, "he won't hurt you. You need have no fear of him. As for yours truly, meaning me, I can take care of myself. We start for East Cape today. What say?"
"All right."
Marian sprang to her feet, and, after imparting the news to Lucile, who had by this time fully recovered from the shock of the previous day, set to work packing their sled for the journey.