"They were ours," said he.
She looked up at him, catching quickly the wrinkles of his brow and
the harassed anxiety in his eyes. Impulsively she pulled him down
to her and kissed him.
"Never mind, dear," said she. "I care only if you do."
She patted his great shoulders lightly and smiled up at him.
"Run, help!" she cried. "And come home as soon as you can. I'll
have something nice and hot all ready for you."
She turned away, the smile still on her lips; but as soon as she was
out of sight, her face fell grave.
"Come, Mina!" she said to the younger girl. "Time to go."
They toiled through the heavy sand to where, hours ago, they had
left Prince. That faithful animal dozed in his tracks and awoke
reluctantly.
Carroll looked back. The fires leaped red and yellow. Against them
were the silhouettes of people, and in the farther circle of their
illumination were more people cast in bronze that flickered red. In
contrast to their glow the night was very dark. Only from the lake
there disengaged a faint gray light where the waters broke. The
strength of the failing wind still lifted the finer particles of
sand. The organ of the pounding surf filled the night with the
grandeur of its music.
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