Close to the tent Philip sat down, smoked his pipe, and waited.

Not only had the developments of the last few minutes been disappointing to him, but they had added still more to his bewilderment.

He had expected and hoped for immediate physical action, something that would at least partially clear away the cloud of mystery.

And at this moment, when he was expecting things to happen, there had appeared this new factor, Jean, to change the current of excitement under which Josephine was fighting.

Who could Jean be?
he asked himself.