56
The Trail of the Golden Horn
“H’m that’s good,” North replied. “He didn’t like a woman around, I suppose. One comes across queer characters up here. Some of them have lived so long alone that they hardly know how to behave in the presence of a female. But, there, we need not worry about that fellow. If he doesn’t like your company, there’s someone else who does.” Stooping, he kissed her upon the lips. “There, little girl, you know who likes your company, so you needn’t be lonely any more.”
Just then Rolfe was heard outside shouting to the dogs. Marion started and drew back, her face flushed a deep crimson.
“Does he know?” she whispered.
“Who? Rolfe?”
“Yes.”
“Sure. Do you think I could keep the good news from him?”
