He laughed again, loudly, insolently. She watched him with the rising storm in her eyes. She was no longer afraid. Clearly the man was unashamed; the spark of good that she had been taught to believe was latent in the breast of the lowest man, was lacking here. He must be the exception that proved the rule. "You’ve got to take these things back," she said at last, decisively, yet holding her voice in check; "now, at once." Smith lifted his gun higher, scowling. "You go home," he said gruffly. "Mose, you go. Be quick ’bout it." She remembered suddenly the day at school when Lem had admitted that men in the settlement sometimes struck women, but she did not move. Then she was conscious that Mose was walking back towards the wood. "Mose," she said, and turning, stamped her foot, "stay here." He stopped and looked over his shoulder. "It ees bes’ dat you come right ’way," he said. "Mebbe Mill T’ornton ees able to do somet’ing, you spik to heem." The man laughed still more insolently. "You go," he repeated. The next instant he sprang to his feet and faced the wood on the other side of the open. There was a brief interval filled with the sounds of bodies moving through low boughs, the snapping of twigs, the striking of hoofs on loose rock, then Stratton’s smooth, deliberate voice said, "Well, Smith, I think I have a horse now that won’t refuse his pack, and I have tested him at a ford." Smith put down his gun and hurried to take the led animal, and Stratton rode on past the clump of scrub firs, where the waiting horses were hitched, and saw suddenly the girl by the tower. A great wave of color surged over his face and left it white. His big frame rocked slowly as though he gathered himself from a heavy and unexpected blow; then he sat motionless. "Oh," she said, and hurried to meet him, "I’m so glad you came this way, instead of going straight through to the bridge. This man has looted your lodge. I was just trying to make him take back your things." Stratton drew a great breath. He shook himself like a man throwing off a weight, and swung himself down from the saddle. "You were? Well, thank you, Miss Hunter, but he should have told you that I gave him the key." He paused and his eyes moved to Smith, who had gone to an aperture in the tower, and was lifting from it other supplies for the fresh pack-horse. "In fact," he added, "I have engaged Pete to go over the Pass with me, to cook and look after my outfit." Her glance moved to Sir Donald’s full leather saddlebags and snug blanket roll, and returned to his master. "You have engaged this man," she said slowly, "to go over the mountains with you?"