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In his confused consciousness two or three things stood out with rather odd clearness before he closed his eyes, and the last was a vision of the Girl's face bending over him, and of her starry eyes looking down at him, and of her voice urging him gently: "Try to sleep, Sakewawin try to sleep...." It was many hours later when he awoke.
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. "Good night, Sakewawin."
To David the beast's great back seemed a wonderfully safe and comfortable place, and he leaned forward with his fingers clutched deeply in the long hair of the ruff about the bear's bulking shoulders. The Girl called back to him softly: "You are all right, Sakewawin?" "Yes, it is so comfortable that I feel I may fall asleep," he replied.
He reached out his hand and buried it in the thick hair of the grizzly, and he tried to speak laughingly so that she would not know his fears. "One is often dizzy like that after a blow," he said, "I guess I can walk now." "No, no, you must ride Tara," she insisted. "You are hurt and you must ride Tara, Sakewawin. You must!"
"Then I will leave it that way," she cried softly, her words trembling with happiness and her fingers working swiftly in the silken plaits of her braid. Unconfined, her hair shimmered about her again. And then, as they were about to set off, she ran up to him with a little cry, and without touching him with her hands raised her face to his. "Kiss me," she said. "Kiss me, my Sakewawin!"
He saw the dark bulk of Tara rising out of the gloom, and the Girl was at his side. "We are ready, Sakewawin." He spoke to her the thought that had been shaping itself in his mind. "Why wouldn't it be better to join Wapi and his Indians?" he asked, remembering Brokaw's words. "Because they are afraid of Hauck," she replied quickly.
"But if your mother should live down there among the cities?" he asked. She shivered a little, and nestled to him. "I wouldn't like it, Sakewawin not for long. I love this the forest, the mountains, the skies." And then, suddenly she caught herself, and added quickly: "But anywhere anywhere if you are there, Sakewawin!" "I too, love the forests, the mountains, and the skies," he whispered.
A moment or two later the Girl reappeared and ran across the narrow open space to David, and crouched down close to him. "You must go into the cabin, Marge," he remonstrated. "They will probably begin shooting...." "I'm going to stay with you, Sakewawin." Her face was no longer white. A flush had risen into her cheeks, her eyes shone as she looked at him and she smiled. A child!
They had been ten days in the mountains when, one evening, sitting beside him in this way, she said, with that adorable and almost childish ingenuousness which he loved in her: "It will be nice to have Father Roland marry us, Sakewawin!" And before he could answer, she added: "I will keep house for you two at the Château." He had been thinking a great deal about it.
It may be that the Girl sensed his voiceless exaltation, for up through the soft billows of her hair that lay crumpled on his breast she whispered: "You love me a great deal, my Sakewawin?" "More than life," he replied. Her voice roused him. For a few moments he had forgotten the cabin, had forgotten that Brokaw and Hauck had existed, and that they were now dead.
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