She threw a shawl over her head, grasped Buddy firmly by the arm, and fled in terror to the bunk-house.
The voices were a brief altercation between Ford and Josephine, on the subject of opening the door, before it was removed violently from its hinges.

The commotion was when Josephine, between tears and laughter, failed to hold the door against the pressure of a strong man upon the other side, and, suddenly giving over the attempt, was launched against a shelf and dislodged three tin pans, which she barely saved from falling with a great clatter to the floor.

The silence--the silence should explain itself; but since humanity is afflicted with curiosity, and demands details, this is what occurred immediately after Josephine had been kissed four times for her stubbornness, and the pans had been restored to their proper place.
"Say! Are you my wife ?" was the abrupt question which Ford asked, and kissed her again while he waited for an answer.
"Why, yes--what makes you ask that?
Of course I am; that is--" Josephine twisted in his arms, so that she could look into his face.

She did not laugh at him, however.

She was staring at him with that keen, measuring look which had so incensed him, when he had first met her.