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"Well, I can't, you know," with a sigh. "But no matter: you will enjoy the scenery even more by yourself.","You have two brothers older than you?" asks Mona, meditatively.,He drops his eyes, and the low, sneering laugh she has learned to know and to hate so much comes again to his lips.,"Well, I think you would, for a moment or two at least," returns he, smiling grimly, and dropping the dangerous little toy with some carelessness into his own pocket.,"I shall not be disappointed. I have read all about it," returns he, enthusiastically. Then, as though the thought has just struck him, he says,—,No answer.,Tyro as he is, standing at so short a distance from his antagonist, he could have hardly failed to blow him into bits, and probably would have done so, but for one little accident.,With a little touch of wilfulness, perhaps pride, she withdraws her hand.,The chief lifted the slender young form, placed it on the pile of wood, and told a woman to bring coals and set fire to the pile. When this had been done, all left the place except Three Bulls, who stayed there, tending the fire and poking it here and there, until it was burnt out and no wood or trace of a human body was left. Nothing remained except the little pile of ashes. These he scattered. Still he was not satisfied. His medicine was strong; perhaps his dream had warned him. Now he ordered that the lodges be taken down, that everything be packed up, and that the trail of the moving camp should pass over the heap of ashes.,"Oh, stay?" she says, faintly, detaining him both by word and gesture.,"Now, once for all, mother—" begins Nicholas, vehemently, but Geoffrey, with a gesture, silences him.,TWO FAST RUNNERS.