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The robbers were really very good sort of people, and the captain was in an excellent humour. When the feasting was over, "'You have not forgotten your promise, Rina, I hope? said he. "'Certainly not, was the reply. 'In a quarter of an hour I am ready. "So saying, she skipped out of the room. "'And you, Signor Musico, said the captain, 'I hope you are going to distinguish yourself.
He did not know she wept, she was so still. By and by she raised her head, and shook the tears away. "To-morrow, I will begin to fix things nice for you, 'Erbe't," she said with renewed, soft tenderness. He vented his hopeless, jeering chuckle. "Nice!" he echoed. "My God, Rina! What are you going to begin on?" "I show you!" she said eagerly.
"'I will do my best, captain. "'If I am satisfied, you shall have back your hundred crowns. "'And my diamond ring, captain? "'Oh! as to that, no. Besides, you see Rina has got it, and you are too gallant to wish to take it from her.
I scrambled on my horse, which two of the robbers took by the bridle; two others led that of Mademoiselle Rina. The captain, with his carbine on his shoulder, ran beside his mistress, the lieutenant accompanied me, and the remainder of the band, consisting of fifteen or eighteen men, brought up the rear.
"'You are a musician? "'I am fourth bass at the Marseilles theatre. "'Bring this gentleman's bass, said the captain to one of his men. 'Now, my little Rina, said he, turning to his mistress, 'I hope you are ready to dance." "'I always was, answered she, 'but how could I without music? "'Non ho trovato l'instrumento, said the robber, reappearing at the door.
Rina, bethinking herself at last that her Cree was wasted on him, went back to English. "You wait!" she cried threateningly. "Bam-bye, her bone, him grow together, and she all the time cry of pain! Then you want me bad, and I not come! She will have fever and die!" She passionately threw down the leaves she had brought and ground them under her heel. "Mabyn is unhurt!"
"I feel considerably better, Jim, and I thank you. It appears your deduction was correct." "You're welcome," Medart said, still grinning. "And they said there'd never be a cure for the common cold! You were right too, Rina; the change in environment when you came aboard gave some viruses the chance they needed. You were in the early stages of a nasty respiratory infection."
When she arose, they moved off a little to avoid disturbing the patient; and Rina briefly instructed Garth what he should do during the night. Garth, not satisfied with merely knowing what to do, asked the reason of her various measures; whereupon Rina became suddenly evasive. "But I must know why you do these things," he insisted. Rina looked away. "I not tell you," she said coolly.
If she turned the horse out, he would come back anyway; for Cy was the town-bred horse, always waiting anxiously about camp for his vanished stable; and Garth had further trained him to stick to the outfit, with judicious presents of salt and tobacco. Rina, disdaining a saddle, scrambled on his back, and rode off. Garth waited, not without anxiety, to see what direction she would take.
"The crossing is northwest." "How far?" he demanded. "Two days' journey, maybe seventy-five miles." "You wait for the boy in the shelter of the poplar bluff across the coulée," he said. "When the snow stops, follow on as well as you can." "Charley not come any more," said Rina in a tone of quiet fatalism. "When snow hide our track, he walk round and round. Bam-by he fall down, and not get up.
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