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Colina thrust her riding-crop into the hands of Nesis. "Get on that horse," she commanded, pointing to the pack-animal. "Mount!" she cried to Cora. Meanwhile, from her own saddle she was hastily unfastening her rifle. She resolutely threw the lever over and back. At the ominous sound the Indians edged behind each other or sought cover behind convenient teepees. Nesis and Cora were mounted.
"My father refused to give the Indians any flour because they had been trading with his competitor. The Indians were angry, Nesis said, and Watusk was scared. One night Gordon Strange came to see Watusk, and Nesis listened outside the teepee. "She said Strange said to Watusk to let the Indians get mad. Strange said he wanted to have trouble. There was talk of burning the store then.
Others running out of the square on the other side had disappeared around the spur of the hill. Plainly they did not mean to let her take Nesis unopposed. The girls finally issued from among the teepees and extended their horses into a trot. Cora rode first, her stolid face unchanged; from moment to moment she looked over her shoulder to make sure that Colina was safe.
Becoming emboldened, they gradually drew closer to the window. They made outrageous faces. Still the poker-players affected not to be aware of them. As men and hunters they disdained to notice such foolishness. Suddenly Nesis, as if to prove her superior boldness, darted forward to the very window. Ambrose, startled by the unexpected move, fell back a step.
With her hand on the prow she waited again, not looking at him, hoping against hope. There was something crushed and palpitating in her aspect like a wounded bird. Ambrose felt like a monster of cruelty. Suddenly a fresh fear attacked him. "Nesis," he asked, "how will you explain being away overnight? They will connect it with my escape. What will they do to you?"
I was furious at her because she helped you at the time when I was on the side of your enemies. I have been suffering torments all night. Forgive me. I am going to find Nesis myself. That is the only way I can make up for everything. I love you. Upon leaving Ambrose, Colina despatched his letter across the river by Michel Trudeau. She then dressed for dinner.
Ambrose was lighting his pipe and Nesis was gathering up the things when suddenly Job sprang up, barking furiously. At the same moment half a score of dark faces rose above the bank behind them, and gun-barrels stuck up. Among the ten was a distorted, snarling, yellow face. Ambrose snatched up his own gun. Nesis uttered a gasping cry; such a sound of terror Ambrose had never heard.
Nesis, blinded with tears, let her horse follow unguided, and Colina brought up the rear. Colina's face showed the fighting look, intent and resolute. Her brain was too busy to dwell on tragedy then. Rounding the hill, she saw that those who had gone ahead had disappeared. The horses that had been grazing here were likewise gone.
"I know he was a prisoner," she said. "Will you come with me and tell the police that?" Nesis turned and with a despairing gesture called Colina's attention to the gathering Indians who would prevent her. Not a sound issued from her lips. "Never mind them," said Colina scornfully. "Are you willing to come?"
Nesis nodded, adding in dumb-show that when they reached its banks they would make a raft and float down to Fort Enterprise. "Good!" said Colina. "Let's ride on. The moon will be up later. We'll camp by the first water that we come to." Mr. Wilfred Pascoe, K.C., arose and cleared his throat musically.
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