"Here--you," he commanded, in English. "Come back!"
The boy's white teeth gleamed in a laugh as he waved his hand and
leaped farther away. From Philip his eyes shifted in a quick,
searching glance to the top of the cliff. In a flash Philip
followed its direction. He understood the meaning of the look.
From the cliff Jeanne and Pierre had seen his approach, and their
meeting with the Indian boy had made it possible for them to
intercept him in this manner. They were probably looking down upon
him now, and in the gladness of the moment Philip laughed up at
the bare rocks and waved his cap above his head as a signal of his
acceptance of the strange invitation he had received.
Vaguely he wondered why they had set the meeting for that night,
when in three or four minutes he could have joined them up there
in broad day. But the central tangle of the mystery that had grown
up about him during the past few days was too perplexing to
embroider with such a minor detail as this, and he turned back
toward Churchill with the feeling that everything was working in
his favor. During the next few hours he would clear up the tangle,
and in addition to that he would meet Jeanne and Pierre. It was
the thought of Jeanne, and not of the surprises which he was about
to explain, that stirred his blood as he hurried back to the Fort.
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