"You can sleep on my cot and I'll curl up in a blanket.

I am quite used to sleeping out." Aunt Caroline closed her eyes.

It was true then.

Benis Spence had married a squaw! Blindly she groped for the supporting hand of the doctor.

"John," she moaned, "did you hear that?
Sleeping out--oh how could he ?" "Very easily, I should think." Under the slight handicap of assisting the drooping lady to her chair, John Rogers looked back at Desire, standing now within the radius of the camp fire's light--and once again he felt the strangeness as of some half-glimpsed prophecy.