Then he went to her.

How slim and wonderful she looked in that glow of the setting sun, he thought.

How white and soft were her hands, how tender and fragile her lovely neck! And how helpless--how utterly helpless she would be if anything happened to him and MacDonald! With an effort he flung the thought from him.

On his knees he wiped the dishes and pots and pans for Joanne.

When this was done, he seized an axe and showed her how to gather a bed.