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But before he could speak, or I did, another voice answered Paulette's from the dark of the cave behind the fire, an unexpected, mind-shattering voice, that took me toward it with one bound. "By gad," it said, "he would, would he? Two things have to go to that!" I stood paralyzed where I had jumped. Paulette's snowshoes dropped clattering on the cave floor.
For I woke with my heart drumming as if I'd heard the trump for the Last Judgment, and Paulette's hand in mine. I must have flung out my arm till I touched her, and her little fingers were tight round my hard, dirty hand, clinging to it. I lay in heaven, in the dark of a frowsy cave we might be hunted out of any minute, with the dying glow of the fire in my eyes and my dream girl's hand in mine.
There was a light in Paulette's room shining through a hole in the heavy wooden shutters she had had made for her window, long before I guessed why she wanted them and their bars.
I know nothing would have induced me to take Paulette back to La Chance, even if the trodden lolly would have borne us again. I had a pang about Collins, left alone there; but Collins could take care of himself, and Paulette's shiver had reminded me we should freeze to death if we loitered where we were. I pointed to the snowy lake between us and the Halfway shore.
I heard Macartney ask her something as she passed him where he stood in the passage, getting on his coat to go over to the assay office, where he slept. I thought it was about Marcia, from the tone of his voice, and from Paulette's answer, cursory and indistinct through the closed door: "I know. I'm going to."
Behind that, twenty-seven miles off, was Caraquet; but even a girl with a trained body like Paulette's could never make twenty-seven miles on top of all we'd done. "It's no question of wanting you," I exclaimed angrily. "It is that I don't know what to do. But want you when do you suppose I haven't wanted you, ever since the night I first saw you by Dudley's fire?
Marcia Wilbraham was standing in the entrance from the long passage, behind us all, except Paulette; meeting Paulette's eyes with her small, bright brown ones, her lips wide in her ugly, gum-showing smile.
I turned and took it out of Paulette's hand! I gasped, taken aback all standing, before I lied, "It's all right, Paulette. I'll be back in a minute."
I stubbed my toe on Miss Wilbraham's little revolver she must have dropped on the passage floor, and I've got it. Also, let alone her lost toy-dog gun, I got all her ammunition and her rifle, while she was grabbing in Miss Paulette's trunk. "'Taffy went to my house, Thought I was asleep. I went to Taffy's house, And stole a side of beef' as I learned when I was young.
She, too, had just returned from her evening's party; and, as she sprang from the carriage- step with feverish impatience, I heard her murmur "At last!" I, when I left Paulette's family, said "So soon!" February 20th What a noise out of doors! What is the meaning of these shouts and cries? Ah! I recollect: this is the last day of the Carnival, and the maskers are passing.
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