"He said--you were a spy," she repeated, as if he must understand what
that meant. "They wanted to follow you to Brokaw's cabin--and--and kill
you!"
This was coming to the bottom of her fear with a vengeance. It sent a
mild sort of a shiver through him, and corroborated with rather
disturbing emphasis what he had seen in the men's faces as he passed
among them.
"And Hauck wouldn't let them? Was that it?" he asked.
She nodded, clutching a hand at her throat.
"He told them to do nothing until he saw Brokaw. He wanted to be
certain. And then...."
His amazing and smiling composure seemed to choke back the words on her
lips.
"You must return to your room, Marge," he said quickly. "Hauck has now
seen Brokaw and there will be no trouble such as you fear. I can promise
you that. To-morrow we will leave the Nest openly--and with Hauck's and
Brokaw's permission. But should they find you here now--in my room--I am
quite sure we should have immediate trouble on our hands. I've a great
deal to tell you--much that will make you glad, but I half expect
another visit from Hauck, and you must hurry to your room."
He opened the door slightly, and listened.
"Good-night," he whispered, putting a hand for an instant to her hair.
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