It seemed to me, there in the dusk, that she smiled very faintly; and if it was so it was the first smile I had had of her when she said: "I travel light, Mr.Loskiel.But otherwise there is nothing light about me." "Lois, I pray you, listen.

As I am a man, I can not leave you here." "For that reason, sir, you will presently take your leave." "No, I shall remain if you will not come into camp with us." She said impatiently: "I lie safer here than you around your fire.

You mean well; now take your leave of me--with whatever flight of fancy," she added mockingly, "that my present condition invests me with in the eyes of a very young man." The rudeness of the fling burnt my face, but I answered civilly: "A scalping party may be anywhere in these woods.

It is the season; and neither Oneida Lake nor Fort Niagara itself are so distant that their far-hurled hatchets may not strike us here." "I will not go with you," said she, making of her bundle a pillow.
Then, very coolly, she extended her slim body and laid her head on the bundle.
I made no answer, nor any movement for fully an hour.

Then, very stealthily, I leaned forward to see if she truly slept.