She walked so easily it seemed as if her dainty little feet had wings, as Hermes' of old, to ease the ground of their feather weight.

A broad belt hung across her shoulder with little rows of cartridges set all along, and at the end hung a very business-like revolver case of brown leather and of goodly length.

No toy miniature pistol would she carry, but a full-sized, heavy "six-shooter," that might really be of use at close quarters.

She stood some minutes talking with Mr.Ghyrkins, not noticing us in the shadow of the tent some thirty yards away; Isaacs and I watched her intently--with very different feelings, possibly, but yet intensely admiring the fair creature, so strong and pliant, and yet so erect and straight.

She turned half round towards us, and I saw there were flowers in the front of her dress.