He approached Thorpe's tent-flap, the lantern in his hand.
"Ho, Thorpe--Thorpe!" he called.
There was no answer.

He could hear Thorpe breathing.

He drew the flap aside a little, and raised his voice.
"Thorpe!" Still there was no movement inside, and he untied the flap strings and thrust in his lantern.

The light flashed on Isobel's golden head, and McCready stared at it, his eyes burning like red coals, until he saw that Thorpe was awakening.

Quickly he dropped the flap and rustled it from the outside.
"Ho, Thorpe!--Thorpe!" he called again.
This time Thorpe replied.
"Hello, McCready--is that you ?" McCready drew the flap back a little, and spoke in a low voice.
"Yes.