"Wait two days longer--it isn't much," was all she vouchsafed to
answer.
The two days passed. Their former confidence and good fellowship were
fully restored when the morning came on which he was to bring the
answer from the post-office at Indian Spring. He had talked again of
his future, and had recorded his ambition to procure the appointment of
naturalist to a Government Surveying Expedition. She had even jocularly
proposed to dress herself in man's attire and "enlist" as his
assistant.
"But you will be safe with your friends, I hope, by that time,"
responded Low.
"Safe with my friends," she repeated in a lower voice. "Safe with my
friends--yes!" An awkward silence followed; Teresa broke it gayly: "But
your girl, your sweetheart, my benefactor--will _she_ let you go?"
"I haven't told her yet," said Low, gravely, "but I don't see why she
should object."
"Object, indeed!" interrupted Teresa in a high voice and a sudden and
utterly gratuitous indignation; "how should she? I'd like to see her do
it!"
She accompanied him some distance to the intersection of the trail,
where they parted in good spirits.
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