"Well, I'll go outside. I'm to stroll about where I can see the cook;
that's my cue; and you can stay near the door, where you can see me;
that's yours. And the judge, he has the back window, one of the guns is
there. All right? Bon-sor, then." He went out.
Eve sat down by the door. The judge kept up a conversation with Cicely,
and anxiously played quiet games with little Jack, until both fell
asleep; Cicely fell asleep very easily now, like a child. Mrs. Mile
lifted her in her strong arms and laid her on the bed, while Porley took
Jack; poor Porley was terribly frightened, but rather more afraid of
Mrs. Mile, on the whole, than of the savages.
By-and-by a red light flashed through the trees outside; the Indians had
kindled a fire.
Twenty minutes later Hollis paused at the door. "Paul's coming, I guess;
I hear paddles."
"Of course you'll go down and meet him?" said Eve.
"No, I can't leave the beat."
"I can take your place for that short time."
"Don't you show your head outside--don't you!" said Hollis, quickly.
Eve looked at him. "I shall go down to the beach myself, if you don't."
Her eyes were inflexible.
All Hollis's determination left him. "The judge can take this beat,
then; you can guard his window," he said, in a lifeless tone. He went
down to the beach.
All of them--the judge, Mrs. Mile, and Porley, as well as Eve--could
hear the paddles now; the night, save for the occasional shouts, was
very still. Eve stood at the window. "Will the Indians hear him, and go
down?"
But they did not hear him. In another five minutes Paul had joined them.
Hollis, who was with him, gave a hurried explanation. "We're all right,
now that you are here," he concluded; "we are more than a match for the
drunken scamps if they should come prowling up this way. When the
whiskey's out of 'em to-morrow, we can reduce 'em to reason."
"Why wait till to-morrow?" said Paul.
"No use getting into a fight unnecessarily."
"I don't propose to fight," Paul answered.
"They're eleven, Tennant," said the judge; "you wouldn't have time to
shoot them all down."
"I'm not going to shoot," Paul responded. He went towards the door.
"Don't go," pleaded Eve, interposing.
He went straight on, as though he had not heard her.
"I can't move him," she thought, triumphantly. "I can no more move him
than I could move a mountain!"
Paul was gone. Hollis followed him to the door. "We two must stay here
and protect the women, you know," said the judge, warningly.
"Why, certainly," said Hollis; "of course,--the ladies." He came back.
Suddenly Eve hurried out.
Paul reached the Indian quarters, and walked up to the fire. He gave a
look round the circle.
The newly arrived man, the one whom Hollis had called dangerous, sprang
to his feet.
Paul took him by the throat and shook the breath out of him.
When Hollis came hurrying up, the thing was done; the other Indians,
abject and terrified, were helping to bind the interloper.
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