"Yes, ma'am."
They passed the man and went down the path into the ravine and up the tiny valley. Eaton halted.
"Your man's just above there?" he asked her.
"Yes."
"He'll stay there?"
"Yes; or close by."
"Then you don't mind waiting here a few moments for me?"
"No," she said. "You will return here?"
"Yes," he said; and with that permission, he left her.
Both had spoken so that the man above could not have heard; and Harriet now noticed that, as her companion hurried ahead, he went almost noiselessly. As he disappeared, the impulse to call him back almost controlled her; then she started to follow him; but she did not. She stood still, shivering a little now in the cold; and as she listened, she no longer heard his footsteps. What she had done was done; then just as she was telling herself that it must be many moments before she would know whether he was coming back, she heard him returning; at some little distance, he spoke her name so as not to frighten her. She knew at once it was he, but a change in the tone surprised her. She stepped forward to meet him.
"You found your friend?"
"Yes."
"What did he tell you?" Her hand caught his sleeve in an impulse of concern, but she tried to make it seem as though she grasped him to guide her through the trees of the ravine. "I mean what is wrong that you did not expect?"
