But it was a dream--a _dream_, only it was horrible! For as I looked I saw a face out there in the light, a white, searching face--and it was his face!" "Whose face ?" "Mortimer FitzHugh's," she shuddered.
Tenderly Aldous led her back to the tent.
"Yes, it was surely an unpleasant dream, dear," he comforted her.

"Try and sleep again.

You must get all the rest you can." He closed the flap after her, and turned back toward MacDonald.

The old hunter had disappeared.

It was ten minutes before he came in from out of the darkness.