Paul was back and forth, now at the camp for a day or two, now at Port aux Pins. One afternoon, when he was absent, Eve went to the little forest burying-ground belonging to Jupiter Light. On the way she met Cicely, accompanied by Mrs. Mile. "Where are you going? I will go with you, I think," Cicely remarked. "It can't be so tiresome as _this._" Mrs. Mile went intelligently away. "I am very tired of her," Cicely continued; "she looks like the Mad Hatter at the tea-party: this style ten-and-six. Why are you turning off?" "This path is prettier." "No; I want to go where you were going first." "Perhaps she won't mind," thought Eve. When they came to the little enclosure, Cicely looked at it calmly. "Is this a garden?" she asked. She began to gather wild flowers outside. Eve went within; she cleared the fallen leaves from the grave of the little girl. While she was thus occupied, steps came up the path, and Hollis appeared; making a sign to Eve, he offered his arm quickly to Cicely. "Mrs. Morrison, the judge is in a great hurry to have you come back." "Grandpa?" said Cicely. "Is he ill?" "Yes, he is very ill indeed," replied Hollis, decidedly. "Poor grandpa!" said Cicely. "Let us hurry." They went back to the camp. Reaching it, he took her with rapid step to her lodge, where the judge and Mrs. Mile were waiting. "You are ill, grandpa?" said Cicely, going to him. "I am already better." "But not by any means well yet," interposed Mrs. Mile; "he must stay here in this lodge, and you shouldn't leave him for one moment, Mrs. Morrison." Porley and Jack were also present; every now and then Mrs. Mile would give Porley a peremptory sign. Hollis and Eve stood together near the door talking in low tones. "A muss among the Indians," Hollis explained. "Those we brought along are peaceful enough if left to themselves; in fact, they are cowards. But a dangerous fellow, a _very_ dangerous scamp, joined them this morning on the sly, and they've got hold of some whiskey; I guess he brought it. I thought I'd better tell you; the cook is staying with them to keep watch, and the judge and I are on the lookout here; I don't think there is the least real danger; still you'd better keep under cover. If Paul comes, we shall be all right." "Do you expect him to-day?" "Sorter; but I'm not sure." A drunken shout sounded through the forest. "An Indian spree is worse than a white man's," remarked Hollis. "But you ain't afraid, I see that!" He looked at her admiringly. "I'm only afraid of one thing in the world," replied Eve, taking, woman-like, the comfort of a confession which no one could understand. "Can you shoot?" Hollis went on.--"Fire a pistol?" She blanched. "There, now, never mind. 'Twas only a chance question." "No, tell me. I can shoot perfectly well; as well as a man." "Then I'll give you my pistol. You'll have no occasion to use it, not the least in the world; but still you'll be armed." "Put it on the table. I can get it if necessary."