Jean felt the heave and throb of her breast.
"Why, Ann, I'm not hurt," he said, and held her close.

"Now you lie down an' try to sleep." In the black darkness of the cabin Jean led her back to the corner and his heart was full.

Speech was difficult, because the very touch of Ann's hands had made him divine that the success of his venture in no wise changed the plight of the women.
"Wal, what happened out there ?" demanded Blaisdell.
"I got two of them," replied Jean.

"That fellow who was shootin' from the ridge west.

An' the other was Greaves." "Hah!" exclaimed his father.
"Shore then it was Greaves yellin'," declared Blaisdell.