"You no my keeper, Corp'ral Heriot," she cried.
The drink in Dick flushed in his brain. He followed her two steps. Then he turned.
"Get on home with you, Andree," he said, and faced the knives of the wind again. For it was necessary to discover at the Mission the exact time when the two men had been there.
It was two hours before he came back to Tempest.
"Ogilvie doesn't appear to be on earth," he said. "But I guess he hasn't had time to get under it. We'll make some inquiries of Mr. Robison in the morning, though I don't know if we'll get much out of him. There was an hour between their calls at the Mission."
"Robison might have waited for him," suggested Tempest, and Dick laughed.
"More likely to have waited for Grange's Andree," he said. "I met her coming home alone."
"Andree!"
Tempest reddened. He hated to think of Andree in connection with those men, and in his heart the time was already ripening when he should take her from all such things as could rub the bloom off her young girlhood.
"U-m-m," grunted Dick, rubbing the frozen snow out of his hair. "Wild little devil she is, too. May as well question her again, anyway."
And then Tempest turned on him in a swift blaze of anger.
"I suppose it is hardly likely that you should keep your respect for women when you have lost it for yourself," he said.
Dick stared. Then he laughed, low and softly. He put no personal application into this. He was not fastidious, but he would not have troubled about Grange's Andree, and the idea that Tempest might do so would have been absolutely impossible of conception. But he believed that he saw in this Tempest's old impossible ideals of human nature.
"Don't fret," he said. "You have probably annexed all the superfluous amount in the universe. Anyway, I think I'm going to ask some questions to-morrow."
But although Grey Wolf to its last man searched the
