"No! No! Willis Marsh bad, bad man. You no speak, please! Chakawana poor
Aleut girl. Please?"

Her alarm was so genuine that they reassured her; and having completed
their meal, they rose and left the room. Outside, Fraser said: "This
cannery guy has certainly buffaloed these savages. He must be a slave-
driver." Then as they filled their pipes, he added: "She was plumb scared
to death of him, wasn't she?"

"Think so?" listlessly.

"Sure. Didn't she show it?"

"Um-m, I suppose so."

They were still talking when they heard the jingle of many bells, then a
sharp command from Constantine, and the next instant the door burst open
to admit Cherry, who came with a rush of youth and health as fresh as the
bracing air that followed her. The cold had reddened her cheeks and
quickened her eyes; she was the very embodiment of the day itself,
radiantly bright and tinglingly alive.

"Good-morning, gentlemen!" she cried, removing the white fur hood which
gave a setting to her sparkling eyes and teeth. "Oh, but it's a glorious
morning! If you want to feel your blood leap and your lungs tingle, just
let Constantine take you for a spin behind that team. We did the five
miles from the village in seventeen minutes."

"And how is your measley patient?" asked Fraser.