But I'm--ME again." "Where is Yuruk ?" I turned to Drake bruskly to smother the sob of sheer happiness I felt rising in my throat; and at his wink and warning grimace abruptly forebore to press the question.
"You men pick out the things and I'll get breakfast ready," said Ruth.
Drake picked up the teakettle and motioned me before him.
"About Yuruk," he whispered when he had gotten outside.

"I gave him a little object lesson.

Persuaded him to go down the line a bit, showed him my pistol, and then picked off one of Norhala's goats with it.

Hated to do it, but I knew it would be good for his soul.
"He gave one screech and fell on his face and groveled.

Thought it was a lightning bolt, I figure; decided I had been stealing Norhala's stuff.
'Yuruk,' I told him, 'that's what you'll get, and worse, if you lay a finger on that girl inside there.'" "And then what happened ?" I asked.
"He beat it back there." He grinned, pointing toward the forest through which ran the path the eunuch had shown me.