"May I take her in?" he said, nodding toward the open door.
Felipa sat on the edge of the bunk and talked to[Pg 58] him, a little excited, and very anxious to try what a scout was like for herself.
"Landor again," she yawned, ignoring his meaning-fraught tone. But she watched his face from under her long lashes.
"He will come, I dare say. And so will the others, now that you are able to see them. Brewster inquired."
"Hombre!" grunted the Indian, puffing at a straw-paper cigarette, "excesivamente peligroso aqui."