Her face shone white in the gloom, and there
was a look in her beautiful eyes, as she stood for a moment almost
touching him, that set his heart jumping. She let her hands lie in
his while she spoke.
"We have not even alarmed the dogs, M'sieur Philip," she
whispered. "Is not that splendid? I am going to surprise father,
and you will go with Pierre. I will see you a little later, and--"
She rose on tiptoe, and her face was dangerously close to his own.
"And you are very, very welcome to Fort o' God, M'sieur."
She slipped away into the darkness, and Pierre stood beside
Philip. His white teeth were gleaming strangely, and he said in a
soft voice:
"M'sieur, that is the first time that I have ever heard those
words spoken at Fort o' God. We welcome no man here who has your
blood and your civilization in his veins. You are greater than a
king!"
With a sudden exclamation Philip turned upon Pierre.
"And that is the reason for Jeanne's surprise?" he said. "She
wishes to pave a way for me. I begin to understand!"
"It is true that you might not have received that welcome which
you are certain to receive now from the master of Fort o' God,"
replied Pierre, frankly. "So we will go in quietly, and make no
disturbance, while your way is being paved, as you call it.
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