“Who's gone?”
“Roche and Estelle.”
“How do you know? Have you looked around?”
“Come over here.”
They prowled behind the trees, parted the bushes here and there, called as loud as they dared, lighted matches, and examined the ground. Finally McGlory broke out with an oath: “The little fool! So she thinks she can serve me this way, eh?”
“You think they've skipped out?”
“Think? Do I think it? What do I want to think for? Didn't I see him a-hugging her?”
“He was just helping her then.”
“Oh, just helping her, was he?”
“Well, what you going to do about it?”