I'll even tell you why.

Once he said that he loved me, Jack, but he left me because of a strange superstition; and so I've followed to tell him that I want to be near no matter what fate hangs over him." And the boy, whiter still, and whiter, looked at her with clearing, narrowing eyes.
"So you're one of them," said the boy softly; "you're one of the fools who listen to Red Pierre.

Well, I know you; I've known you from the minute I seen you crouched there at the fire.

You're the one Pierre met at the dance at the Crittenden schoolhouse.

Tell me!" "Yes," said Mary, marveling greatly.
"And he told you he loved you ?" "Yes." It was a fainter voice now, and the color was going up her cheeks.
The lad fixed her with his cold scorn and then turned on his heel and slipped into an easy position on the bunk.
"Then wait for him to come.