Vegetables enough to feed four families all winter. Oh, your old
cities! I never want to live in one again. Never a day have the
kiddies been sick. Suppose it is a bit out of the world? You're all
the more pleased when somebody does happen along. Folks is so
different in a new country like this. There's plenty for
everybody--and everybody helps, like neighbors ought to."
Lauer came up after a time, and Hazel found herself unequivocally in
their hands. With the matter of transporting herself and supplies thus
solved, she set out to find Felix Courvoiseur--who would know how to
get word to Bill. He might come back to the cabin in a month or so; he
might not come back at all unless he heard from her. She was smitten
with a great fear that he might give her up as lost to him, and plunge
deeper into the wilderness in some mood of recklessness. And she
wanted him, longed for him, if only so that she could make amends.
She easily found Courvoiseur, a tall, spare Frenchman, past middle age.
Yes, he could deliver a message to Bill Wagstaff; that is, he could
send a man. Bill Wagstaff was in the Klappan Range.
"But if he should have left there?" Hazel suggested uneasily.
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