Come along," she ordered, and led the way back to the camp.
The young man followed her, wondering at her, and giving slight heed to the chatter she flung over her shoulder at him as she strode along through the bushes.
"What's the matter with you ?" she cried, facing round upon him.

"You were thinking about me, I know.

Confess, now." "I was," he acknowledged, smiling at her.
"What were you thinking?
Tell me," she insisted.
"I was thinking--" He paused.
"Go on!" she cried.
"I was thinking of what your father said about you." "My father?
About me?
What did he say?
To you ?" "No.

To dad." "What was it?
Tell me.

I must know." She was very imperious in her manner.