Even the unique spectacle of a middle-aged lady in elastic-sided boots proceeding on tiptoe, and with all the tactics of a scouting party, toward the evidently deserted tents provoked no demonstration from anyone.
"They're not here!" called the scouting party in a carrying whisper.
"Obviously not." The doctor wiped his heated fore-head.

"Probably they've gone for the night.

Then you'll have to marry me to save my reputation." "Jokes upon serious subjects are in very bad taste, young man," said Aunt Caroline.

But her rebuke was half-hearted.

She looked uneasy.
"John," she added with sudden suspicion, "you don't suppose they could have known we were coming ?" "How could they possibly ?" "If she is an Indian, they might.