show fear.

"The wolves are out, Ranald," she said, carelessly, as Ranald came up
with the pony.

"They are not many, I think," answered the boy as carelessly; "but--are
you--do you think--perhaps I could just take the medicine--and you will
come--"

"Nonsense, Ranald! bring up the pony. Do you think I have lived all this
time in Indian Lands to be afraid of a wolf?"

"Indeed, you are not afraid, I know that well!" Ranald shrank from
laying the crime of being afraid at the door of the minister's wife,
whose fearlessness was proverbial in the community; "but maybe--" The
truth was, Ranald would rather be alone if the wolves came out.

But Mrs. Murray was in the saddle, and the pony was impatient to be off.

"We will go by the Camerons' clearing, and then take their wood track.
It is a better road," said Ranald, after they had got through the big
gate.

"Now, Ranald, you think I am afraid of the swamp, and by the Camerons'
is much longer."

"Indeed, I hear them say that you are not afraid of the--of anything,"
said Ranald, quickly, "but this road is better for the horses."

"Come on, then, with your colt"; and the pony darted away on her