"Sam Green Sky, an Indian, is coming to meet us with a team," she announced. "I told my grandfather that you were with me, and he invited you to St. Florentin."
She was aware that he must have overheard the first of her talk over the telephone, and from it he must have inferred the nature of her grandfather's challenges; and she was conscious too, that she repeated the invitation little more than mechanically.
"Do you want me to go with you?" he asked her directly.
"No," she replied frankly. "That is, if I were you, I'd go right out to Resurrection Rock."
She had not considered at all what she said before she spoke; her words—as one's words sometimes do—had surprised her by betraying a feeling which had not yet formed itself in her thought. She did not want Barney Loutrelle to go to St. Florentin; but yet she had no reason for not wanting it than that her grandfather did want it, and did not want him to go to the Rock.
"You may have to look out when you get there." She found the warning from Loutrelle's friend iterating itself again to her.
"Let's go on then," Loutrelle was saying, and he scooped up snow, carrying it into the cabin and putting out the fire. He laid a new one while Ethel rinsed their cups in the hot water from the kettle and put the dishes away.
"Who uses this place?" Loutrelle asked now. "Just your family?"
"Oh; no. Any one at all. It's never locked, and we've always something here."
"For Indians?"
