He said it would be dawn in half an hour.

I had passed a bad night, and went out, as I was, to walk on the grass.

There was Miss Westonhaugh's tent away off at the other end.

She was sleeping calmly enough, never doubting that at that very moment the man who loved her was risking his life for her pleasure--her slightest whim.

She would be wide awake if she knew it, staring out into the darkness and listening for the crack of his rifle.