the midnight sun
He turned and moved on again before Stane could reply , and as he joined the English girl , the latter inquired in a surprised voice , `` You know that gentleman , Mr. Ainley ? '' Stane caught the question , but the answer he did not hear , though he could guess its purport and found no pleasure at the thought of what it would be . Consumed with wrath and shame he went his way to his own camp , and seeking relief from intolerable thoughts busied himself with preparations for a start on the morrow , then schooled himself to wait as best he could , through the long hours before Ainley 's appointed time . Again the midnight sun found him sitting behind his smoke-smudge , waiting , listening . All the songs and cries of the wild faded into silence and still Ainley had not come . Then he caught the sound of light feet running , and looking up he saw Miskodeed hurrying towards him between the willows . Wondering what had brought her forth at this hour he started to his feet and in that instant he saw a swift look of apprehension and agony leap to her face .