mount the horse and ease her bleeding and torn feet. Is every woman an idolater at heart, Odalie wondered. Do they all bow down, in the verity of their inner worship, to a few fibers of woven stuff and some poor fashioning of potter's clay, and make these feeble, trivial things their gods? It seemed so to her. She had bled for the things she had brought through the wilderness. She had wept for others that she had left. And if for such gear Sandy had come to grief—"I wonder—I wonder if I could find a pretext to care for them still!"
But she only said aloud, with a strong effort to control her attention, "And for men, too."
"Men must needs follow when duty leads the way," said Captain Demeré, a trifle priggishly.
Odalie, trying to seem interested, demanded, lifting her eyes, "And what do women follow?"
If Captain Demeré had said what he truly thought, he would have answered:—
"Folly! their own and that of their husbands!"
He had had close observation of the fact that the pioneers gave heavy hostages to fate in their wives and children, and a terrible advantage to a savage foe, and the very bravery of so many of these noble helpmeets only proved the value of all they risked. He could not elaborate, however, any scheme by
