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As they drew near he finally recognized Nesis in one who occasionally straightened her back and glanced toward his window. She was slenderer than the others. The shack stood on a little terrace of clean grass. Above it and below stretched the rough hillside, covered with scrubby bushes and weeds. It was in this rough ground that the women were gathering wild cranberries.
He had matters nearer his heart than the sad fate of an Indian maiden. Master of his actions once more it was time for him to consider what to do to get out of the coil he was in. Nesis passed into the back of his mind. No desire for sleep hampered him. He had had enough of sleeping the past two weeks. His arms had ached for this exercise.
"Cora took one of the remaining horses away and killed it, and brought back meat to the fire and we ate a little. I thought if we slept a little while we would be better able to start the raft. So Cora and I lay down while Nesis kept watch." Colina's voice was shaking. She paused to steady it. "I was careful to choose a place out in the open," she went on.
Ambrose Doane is a bad man. And then they will not believe me when I say I did not lead the Indians into wrong; I did not try to kill John Gaviller." "I speak for you," cried Nesis. "I tell Gordon Strange and Watusk fix all trouble together." "If you go with me, they will not believe you either," said Ambrose patiently. "They will say: 'Nesis is crazy about Ambrose Doane.
The place of honor by the fire was made for her, tea hastily warmed up, and doubtful Indian delicacies produced. But she learned nothing. At any mention of the names Ambrose Doane or Nesis a subtle, walled look crept into their eyes, and they became unaccountably stupid.
Ambrose had no difficulty in recognizing it as a derisive, flirtatious challenge. Not to be outdone, he came to the window and answered in kind. They could not contain their laughter at the sound of the comical English syllables. Badinage flew fast after that. Ambrose observed that Nesis herself never addressed him, but circulated slyly from one to another, making a cup of her hand at each ear.
The first hundred yards was the most difficult. They rose above the shack into the line of vision of the guards in front, had they elevated their eyes. Nesis, crouching, moved like a cat after a bird. Ambrose followed, scarcely daring to breathe. Even the dog understood and lay as if dead in Ambrose's arms. The danger decreased with every step.
She saw that there was little resemblance between her and her Kakisa sisters. Nesis was as slender as a young aspen and her cheeks showed a clear olive pallor. Her lips were like the petals of a Jacqueminot rose. Colina, remembering that Ambrose had kissed them, turned a little hard. "You are Nesis?" she asked, though she knew it well. The girl nodded without looking up. "You know Ambrose Doane?"
Can you bring me a strong knife?" "I bring him to-morrow night, Angleysman." "I will cut a hole in the floor and dig out under the wall." Nesis was not anxious to talk over the details of his escape. "Have you got a wife?" she asked. "Why not?" There was no end to her questions. Finally she said with a sigh: "I got go now. I put my hand inside. You can touch it."
"What's the matter?" she cried. "I'll take care of you." She drew the arm down. "Speak to them!" she said again. Nesis slowly raised her head. Her eyes crept to Colina's, humble and unspeakably mournful. She opened her mouth and pointed within. Colina looked and sickened. A little cry of utter horror was forced from her, and she fell back a step, She saw why Nesis did not speak.
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