When she had finished Cameron said quietly: "Mandy, roll me up some grub in a blanket." "Where are you going, Allan ?" her face pale as his own.
"Going?
To get my hands on that Indian's throat." "But not now ?" "Yes, now," he said, moving toward his horse.
"What about me, Allan ?" The word arrested him as if a hand had gripped him.
"You," he said in a dazed manner.

"Why, Mandy, of course, there's you.
He might have killed you." Then, shaking his shoulders as if throwing off a load, he said impatiently, "Oh, I am a fool.

That devil has sent me off my head.

I tell you what, Mandy, we will feed first, then we will make new plans." "And there is Moira, too," said Mandy.
"Yes, there is Moira.

We will plan for her too.