Once or twice when their eyes happened to meet he caught in
Blake's face a contemptuous coolness, almost a sneering exultation
which the other could not quite conceal. It filled him with a
scarcely definable uneasiness. He was positive that Blake realized
he would carry out his threat at the least sign of treachery or
the appearance of an enemy, and yet he could not free himself from
the uncomfortable oppression that was beginning to take hold of
him. He concealed it from Blake. He tried to fight it out of
himself. Yet it persisted. It was something which seemed to hover
in the air about him--the FEEL of a danger which he could not see.
And then Blake suddenly pointed ahead over an open plain and said:
"There is the Coppermine."
CHAPTER XXIII
A cry from Celie turned his gaze from the broad white trail of ice
that was the Coppermine, and as he looked she pointed eagerly
toward a huge pinnacle of rock that rose like an oddly placed
cenotaph out of the unbroken surface of the plain.
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