Between their bewitching redness he saw the gleam of her
white teeth. In a crowd, with her glorious hair covered and her
eyes looking straight ahead, one would not have picked her out.
But close, like this, with her eyes smiling at him, she was
adorable.
Something of Carrigan's thoughts must have shown in his face, for
suddenly the girl's lips tightened a little, and the warmth went
out of her eyes, leaving them cold and distant. He finished the
soup, and she rose again to her feet.
"Please don't go," he said. "If you do, I think I shall get up and
follow. I am quite sure I am entitled to a little something more
than soup."
"Nepapinas says that you may have a bit of boiled fish for
supper," she assured him.
"You know I don't mean that. I want to know why you shot me, and
what you think you are going to do with me."
"I shot you by mistake--and--I don't know just what to do with
you," she said, looking at him tranquilly, but with what he
thought was a growing shadow of perplexity in her eyes. "Bateese
says to fasten a big stone to your neck and throw you in the
river. But Bateese doesn't always mean what he says. I don't think
he is quite as bloodthirsty--"
"--As the young lady who tried to murder me behind the rock,"
Carrigan interjected.
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