“Yes, let’s.”
“Will you go with us?” Dot turned to Mona.
“If I might help.”
“You might help a great deal. You know all the secret mountain passes and the people.”
“I will go,” said the aged native woman. “The Blanc does much for my people. He is honest. He will not do wrong. Rebellion is for bad men.”
The “Blanc” is the Haitian’s name for the white man from America. In the few short years of the American occupation the greater part of the hill people of Haiti have come to trust their American friends. Yet in every land there is some discontent. There are some too who are willing enough to stir up discontent that they may advance their own selfish ends.
Even now, as they prepared to lose themselves in the forest trails at night, Dot felt herself overtaken with fear.
“Father has always said the hills are safe,” she said to Curlie. “Yet there are many wild rumors.
“We’ll take Leo,” she continued.
“I’ve a bow and arrows with me,” said Curlie.