"After we have married and lived abroad for a year or two people will
remember only the romance of it!".

"Heavens!" ejaculated Rhoda. She returned to her angry walking.

Molly was preparing supper. She worked always with one eye on Rhoda,
as if she could not see enough of the girl's fragile loveliness. With
her attention thus divided, she stumbled constantly, dropping the pots
and spilling the food. She herself was not at all disturbed by her
mishaps but, with a grimace and a chuckle, picked up the food. But
Cesca was annoyed. She was tending the fire which by a marvel of skill
she kept always clear and all but smokeless. At each of Molly's
mishaps, Cesca hurled a stone at her friend's back with a savage
"Me-yah!" that disturbed Molly not at all.

Mercifully night was on the camp by the time the rabbits were cooked
and Rhoda ate unconscious of the dirt the food had acquired in the
cooking. When the silent meal was finished, Kut-le pointed to Rhoda's
blankets.

"We will start in half an hour. You must rest during that time."

Too weary to resent the peremptory tone, Rhoda obeyed. The fire long
since had been extinguished and the camp was dark. The Indians were to
be located only by faint whispers under the trees. The opportunity
seemed providential! Rhoda slipped from her blankets and crept through
the darkness away from the camp.