"He is gone with it." "Gone ?" she exclaimed, with raised eyebrows.

"How do you know ?" "He came to my camp at dawn," said Ambrose.

Honesty compelling him, he added with a touch of defiance; "I gave him my dugout." Colina shrank from him.
"You helped him get away!" she cried.
"I didn't know what had happened," he said indignantly.
"Of course not!" said Colina, with quick penitence.
But she did not return to him.

Presently the frown came back; she began to breathe quickly.

"You saw the skin; you must have talked with him.