But he could not be returning so soon.

If they are white--" "We will expose ourselves on the beach," he finished significantly.
She nodded.

He saw that in spite of her struggle to remain calm she was seized again by the terror of what might be in the approaching canoes.
He was straining his eyes to make out their occupants when a low cry drew his gaze to her.
"It is Jean," she gasped, and he thought that he could hear her heart beating.

"It is Jean--and the others are Indians! Oh, my God, how thankful I am--" She turned to him.
"You will go back to the camp--please.

Wait for us there, I must see Jean alone.