He had a slow, numb conscience, lying deep where it was hard to reach, and when a qualm somehow entered it he endured in secret what most men would have cast off or confessed.

He was haunted, if not with remorse, at least by a dread of something most disagreeable in connection with what he had done.

Alice's white face had impressed itself indelibly on his memory, so that it met his inner vision at every turn.

He was afraid to converse with Farnsworth lest she should come up for discussion; consequently their interview was curt and formal.
It was soon discovered that Alice had escaped from the stockade, and some show of search was made for her by Hamilton's order, but Farnsworth looked to it that the order was not carried out.

He thought he saw at once that his chief knew where she was.