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"I suppose I will meet you officially later," she said. He raised a pair of perplexed eyes to her face. "I never thought about an introduction," he said quite humbly. "You see we never had any ladies up here." In the light of his uncertainty Colina felt more assured. "Oh, we're sufficiently introduced by this time," she said offhand. "But what should I do at the fort?" he asked.
"I am taking for granted you would like to see me get off," Ambrose went on. "Admitting that that the old feeling is dead and all that still it can't be exactly pleasant for you to feel that you once felt that way toward a murderer and a traitor " "Please, please " murmured Colina. "You see you have a motive for helping me," Ambrose insisted. "I thought first of Simon Grampierre.
I have come to tell you of things that happened after his arrest, after all the others went out of the country." Every one connected with the case sat up. Denholm's eye brightened. "Please go on," he said and sat down. Colina, in a low, steady voice, commenced her story at the point where Ambrose had asked her to find some one to go in search of Nesis.
She was a fat girl, with a peculiarly good-humored expression, and evinced no awe at Colina's approach, but unaffected delight. Colina obeyed an inward suggestion, sent Cora back to the Grampierres, and sat down beside Marya, determined to take plenty of time to establish friendly relations. This was not difficult.
He had received her with an insulting air of indifference. "What an ugly dog!" Colina said coolly. The young man swung around and affectionately rubbed the dog's ear. "The best sporting dog in Athabasca," he said promptly, but without any resentment. Colina bit her lip again. It seemed as if everything she did was mean.
His eyes were fixed on Colina, demanding an answer. Color came back to her cheeks and firmness to her voice. "Stop!" she cried to Macfarlane in her old imperious way. "I'm the mistress here. My father is incapable of giving orders. You've no right to judge this man. None of us can choose. There is no evidence. I will not have either one handcuffed!" Macfarlane fell back disconcerted.
Even the girl couldn't make 'em forget the honor of capturing Crop-eared José here in Colina, so run along, run along. The girl's too pretty to be hurt with a frisky horse. My Lord!" striding down the hall again, "you fools stop scrapping with that termagant and put her out, put her out, I say."
Colina finally ventured to pronounce the name "Nesis" at the same time asking by a sign which included the teepees if she was there. Marya looked startled. She hesitated, but Colina's hold was now strong upon her. She shook her head. First glancing cautiously around to make sure they were not observed, she nodded in the direction of up river. Colina, overjoyed, proceeded to further question.
Ambrose nodded to him reassuringly, meaning to convey that nothing he had heard would influence his actions. Giddings closed the door, and Ambrose returned down-stairs with a heart that sunk lower at each step. What he had at first regarded calmly enough as Gaviller's tragedy he now clearly saw was likely to prove tragic for himself. It was useless to try to put Colina off.
"I'll not see him again until cold weather if I ever see him! Fifty pounds of flour with his appetite! He'll starve to death if he doesn't drown himself first! He'll never get to Enterprise! Oh, the consummate young ass! Damn Poly Goussard and his romantic stories!" John Gaviller and Colina were at breakfast in the big clap-boarded villa at Fort Enterprise.
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