How
had she come into possession of the picture which Brokaw had taken? What
had Nisikoos tried to say to Marge O'Doone in those last moments when
she was dying--whispered words which the girl had not heard because she
was crying, and her heart was breaking? Did Nisikoos know that the
mother was alive? Had she sent the picture to her when she realized that
the end of her own time was drawing near? There was something
unreasonable in this too, but it was the only solution that came to him.
He was still pacing his room when the creaking of the door stopped him.
It was opening slowly and steadily and apparently with extreme caution.
In another moment Marge O'Doone stood inside. He had not seen her face
so white before. Her eyes were big and glowing darkly--pools of
quivering fear, of wild and imploring supplication. She ran to him, and
clung to him with her hands at his shoulders, her face close to his.
"_Sakewawin_--dear _Sakewawin_--we must go; we must hurry--to-night!"
She was trembling, fairly shivering against him, with one hand touching
his face now, and he put his arms about her gently.
"What is it, child?" he whispered, his heart choking suddenly. "What has
happened?"
"We must run away! We must hurry!"
At the touch of his arms she had relaxed against his breast.
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