Tell him that, Euan." "Yes," I said, awed.
She stood resting her arm on mine to support her, closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them and looked at me.

And in her eyes I saw her heart was breaking as she stood there.
"Lana! Lanette! Little comrade! What is this dreadful thing that crushes you?
Could you not tell me ?" I whispered.
"Ask him, Euan." "Lana, why will you not marry him, if you love him so ?" She shuddered and closed her eyes.
Neither of us spoke again.

Lois, watching us, came slowly toward us, and linked her arm in Lana's.
"Our batteau is waiting," she said quietly.
I continued to preserve my spirits as we walked together down to the shore where Mrs.Sabin stood glaring at me, then turned her broad back and waddled across the planks.
Lana followed; Lois clung a second to my hands, smiling still; then I released her and she sprang lightly aboard.
And now batteau after batteau swung out into the stream, and all in line dropped slowly down the river, pole and paddle flashing, kerchiefs fluttering.
For a long way I could see the boat that carried Lois gliding in the channel close along shore, and the escort following along the bank above, with the sunshine glancing on their slanting rifles.

Then a bend in the river hid them; and I turned away and walked slowly toward the fort.
By the gate my Indians were waiting.

The Sagamore had my pack and rifle for me.