A girl that shoots like that may locate the Desert of Sahara in Canada if she likes, and Canada ought to be proud of the honor." She looked into his face for an instant, and noted his earnestness; and all at once she broke into a clear ripple of laughter.

The young man was astonished anew that she had understood him enough to laugh.

She must be unusually keen-witted, this lady of the desert.
"If 'twas as bad as that," she said in quite another tone, "you c'n laugh." They looked at each other then in mutual understanding, and each fell to eating his portion in silence.

Suddenly the man spoke.
"I am eating your food that you had prepared for your journey, and I have not even said, 'Thank you' yet, nor asked if you have enough to carry you to a place where there is more.

Where are you going ?" The girl did not answer at once; but, when she did, she spoke thoughtfully, as if the words were a newly made vow from an impulse just received.
"I am going to school," she said in her slow way, "to learn to 'sight' the Desert of Sahara." He looked at her, and his eyes gave her the homage he felt was her due; but he said nothing.