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Chapter 213
Chapter 29 Not that she stayed there without a growing fear, but she still felt about her, like the protection of some invisible cloak, the presence of the strange guide who had followed her up the valley of the Old Crow. It seemed as if the boy were reading her mind. "See you got two horses. Come up alone?" "Most of the way," said Mary, and tingled with a rather feline pleasure to see that her curtness merely sharpened the interest of Jack. The boy puffed on his cigarette, not with long, slow breaths of inhalation like a practiced smoker, but with a puckered face as though he feared that the fumes might drift into his eyes. "Why," thought Mary, "he's only a child!" Her heart warmed a little as she adopted this view of her surly host. Being warmed, and having much to say, wo
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