The
heart of him ached dully with the weight of what she had done,
and with an uneasy comprehension of her reason for doing it. He
walked as quickly as the rough ground would permit, along the
bluff toward the grade; and she, with the instinctive deference
to the male which is the heritage of primitive woman, followed
soft-footedly two paces behind him. Once where the way was clear
he stopped, and waited for her to come alongside, but Rachel
stopped and waited also, her eyes hungrily searching his face
with the look a dog has for his master. Good Indian read the
meaning of that look, and went on, and turned no more toward her
until he reached his horse.
"You'd better go on to camp, and stay there, Rachel," he said, as
casually as he could. "No trouble will come to you." He
hesitated, biting his lip and plucking absently the tangles from
the forelock of his horse. "You sabe grateful?" he asked
finally. And when she gave a quick little nod, he went on:
"Well, I'm grateful to you.
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