But he had disappeared, still in utter silence, like a genie whose
task is done.
CHAPTER X
"What did he say to you? What did he say to you?" asked Hugh again
and again.
Sylvie laughed at him.
"He didn't say anything--hardly a word, except that he pretended he
was going on forever. He said: 'We will, we will.' That's absolutely
all, Hugh. Don't be so silly. What _could_ he say?"
"I don't know," Hugh answered. "He might have made fun of me."
"Fun of you! After saving my life! I'd have boxed his ears! No, no,
Peter wouldn't do that. He's afraid of me."
She was so proud of this that Hugh, perforce, laughed. It was after
supper, and they had walked a little way from the cabin. They were
standing just above the river on a little hillock topped with three
big pines. The dusk was thick about them; stars pricked the soft sky.
Sylvie was wrapped in Hugh's coat, and they were linked by their hands
hanging at their sides. Every one but Sylvie had been very silent
at supper, but she had told her story of Hugh's heroism again and
again until finally even Hugh had grumbled at "the fuss."
"What makes you think anyone could be afraid of you?" He smiled down
at the small dark head which did not reach his shoulder.
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