"And that
was a creepy sort of conversation to load you down with, wasn't it,
Ladygray? I imagine you'll catch me in all sorts of blunders like that." He
pointed ahead. "There's Mrs. Otto now. She's looking this way and wondering
with all her big heart if you ought not to be at home and in bed."
The door of the Otto home was wide open, and silhouetted in the flood of
light was the good-natured Scotchwoman. Aldous gave the whistling signal
which she and her menfolk always recognized, and hurried on with Joanne.
Before they had quite reached the tent-house, Joanne put a detaining hand
on his arm.
"I don't want you to go back to the cabin to-night," she said. "The face at
the window--was terrible. I am afraid. I don't want you to be there alone."
Her words sent a warm glow through him.
"Nothing will happen," he assured her. "Quade will not come back."
"I don't want you to return to the cabin," she persisted. "Is there no
other place where you can stay?"
"I might go down and console Stevens, and borrow a couple of his horse
blankets for a bed if that will please you."
"It will," she cried quickly.
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