Quick as a flash the truth rushed upon Philip.

Like a faithful dog Jean was guarding the girl.

He had kept awake as long as he could, but even in slumber his hands did not give up their hold on the rifle.
Against whom was he guarding her?
What danger could there be in this quiet, starlit night for Josephine?
A sudden chill ran through Philip.
Did Jean mistrust HIM?
Was it possible that Josephine had secretly expressed a fear which made the Frenchman watch over her while she slept?
As silently as he had approached he moved away until he stood in the sand at the shore of the lake.

There he looked back.

He could just see Jean, a dark blot; and all at once the unfairness of his suspicion came upon him.