The Hidden Children by Robert William Chambers Chapter 10 Page 51

“What is it that you and this Mohican have still to say to each other?” I asked apprehensively.

The vague expression of her features changed; she answered with heightened colour:

“The Sagamore is my friend as well as yours. Is it strange that I should speak with him when it pleases me to do so?”

There was an indirectness in her gaze, as well as in her reply, that troubled me, but I said amiably:

“What has become of your mincing escort? Is he gone to secure a canoe?”

“He is on duty and gone to the fort.”

“Where he belongs,” I growled, “and not eternally at your heels.”