But why does Donald talk as though we are _surely_ going to be attacked by them, or are _surely_ going to attack them?
I don't understand it, John.

If you don't care for the gold so much, as you told me once, and if we find Jane to-morrow, or to-night, why do we remain to have trouble with Quade and Culver Rann?
Tell me, John." He could not see her face fully in the gloom, and he was glad that she could not see his.
"If we can get away without fighting, we will, Joanne," he lied.

And he knew that she would have known that he was lying if it had not been for the darkness.
"You won't fight--over the gold ?" she asked, pressing his arm.

"Will you promise me that, John ?" "Yes, I promise that.

I swear it!" he cried, and so forcefully that she gave a glad little laugh.
"Then if they don't find us to-morrow, we'll go back home ?" She trembled, and he knew that her heart was filled with a sudden lightness.