"
For the first time she blushed--blushed until her face was like one of
the wild roses in those prickly copses of the valley.
And then he added:
"You must not tell them too much--at first, Marge. Remember that you
were lost, and I found you. You must give me time to get acquainted with
Hauck and Brokaw."
She nodded, but there was a moment's anxiety in her eyes, and he saw for
an instant the slightest quiver in her throat.
"You won't--let them--keep me? No matter what they say--you won't let
them keep me?"
He jumped up with a laugh and tilted her chin so that he looted straight
into her eyes; and her faith filled them again in a flood.
"No--you're going with me," he promised. "Come. I'm quite anxious to
meet Hauck and the Red Brute!"
It seemed singular to David that they met no one in the valley that day,
and the girl's explanation that practically all travel came from the
north and west, and stopped at the Nest, did not fully satisfy him. He
still wondered why they did not encounter one of the searching parties
that must have been sent out for her--until she told him that, since
Nisikoos died, she and Tara had gone quite frequently into the mountains
and remained all night, so that perhaps no search had been made for her
after all.
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