I don't think you ought to ride around alone so
much, Grant; she might murder you. It's in her to do it, if she
ever got the chance."
"What do you suppose made her ring Georgie Howard in like that?"
Phoebe speculated, looking at Grant. "She must have some grudge
against her, too."
"I don't know why." Good Indian spoke unguardedly, because he
was still thinking of Rachel and those laboriously printed words
which he had scattered afar. "She's always giving them candy and
fruit, whenever they show up at the station."
"Oh--h!" Evadna gave the word that peculiar, sliding inflection
of hers which meant so much, and regarded him unwinkingly, with
her hands clasped behind her.
Good Indian knew well the meaning of both her tone and her stare,
but he only laughed and caught her by the arm.
"Come on over to the hammock," he commanded, with all the
arrogance of a lover. "We're making that old hag altogether too
important, it seems to me. Come on, Goldilocks--we haven't had a
real satisfying sort of scrap for several thousand years.
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