"There's Bane," I said. He was coming from the house and of the house, rather than of him, she spoke.
"It's not headquarters," she reminded me. "You heard them laugh."
I nodded.
"What we've seen is only a part—part," she repeated, "of something frightful they're preparing to do—for which we're to blame, father and me."
"Not you," I denied.
Bane halted at the table only for a word with Boggs who pointed to our path. I know now that we had no chance whatever of escape; probably I realized it then. But the idea of seeking safety for herself never entered the brown head beside me. She advanced to meet Bane who approached as overbearing as before and angry, too. For we had disobeyed him; she had learned, and I had told her, what he had forbidden her to hear.
I could see, as he came up, that he was choosing and discarding and choosing again what to say to us. Then the clatter on the lake gave him a satisfactory cue.
