"Little Mink will go back to warn them, if they are still alive," said Lachlan. "We must think of ourselves. Almayne believes that we had best lie for some days in the canebrakes of the Santee and decide later what to do."
"Let us do what you and Almayne think best," Jolie answered. Turning in her saddle, she saw Little Mink striding through the ferns behind her, following the back trail. As she watched, his tall, copper-brown form faded amid the straight trunks of the pines.
