And MacDonald was strangely silent.
The proof of MacDonald's prediction concerning Joanne was in evidence this second night.

Every bone in her body ached, and she was so tired that she made no objection to going to her bed as soon as it was dark.
"It always happens like this," consoled old Donald, as she bade him good-night.

"To-morrow you'll begin gettin' broke in, an' the next day you won't have any lameness at all." She limped to the tepee with John's arm snugly about her slim waist.
MacDonald waited patiently until he returned.

He motioned Aldous to seat himself close at his side.

Both men lighted their pipes before the mountaineer spoke.
"We can't both sleep at once to-night, Johnny," he said.