The astounding
truth held him dumb. She was trying to make him comprehend
something--in a language which he had never heard before in all
his life. He stared at her--like an idiot he told himself
afterward.
And then the shuffle of Bram's heavy feet sounded just outside the
door. Instantly the old light leapt into the girl's eyes. Before
the door could open she had darted into the room from which she
had first appeared, her hair floating about her in a golden cloud
as she ran.
The door opened, and Bram entered. At his heels, beyond the
threshold, Philip caught a glimpse of the pack glaring hungrily
into the cabin. Bram was burdened under the load he had brought
from the sledge. He dropped it to the floor, and without looking
at Philip his eyes fastened themselves on the door to the inner
room.
They stood there for a full minute, Bram as if hypnotized by the
door, and Philip with his eyes on Bram. Neither moved, and neither
made a sound. A curtain had dropped over the entrance to the inner
room, and beyond that they could hear the girl moving about.
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