With the mists of night rising around him, ghosts arose he fain would have escaped.

"What will you give me in cold cash to tell you who she is, and who her people are ?" Times untold in the past two weeks he had smothered, swallowed, and choked it down.

That question she had wanted to ask----was it for a girl she had known, or was it for herself?
Days of thought had deepened the first slight impression he so bravely had put aside, not into certainty, but a great fear that she had meant herself.

If she did, what was he to do?
Who was the man?
There was a debt she had to pay if he asked it?
What debt could a woman pay a man that did not involve money?
Crouched on a log he suffered and twisted in agonizing thought.

At last he arose and returned to the cabin.