It was like a shock.

Go to her?
Why?
He drew forth the picture from his coat pocket and stared at the wonder-face of the Girl in the light of the blazing logs.

_Why ?_ His heart trembled.

He lifted his eyes to the grayish film of smoke rising between him and the balsam-covered tent, and slowly he saw another face take form, framed in that wraith-like mist of smoke--the face of a golden goddess, laughing at him, taunting him.

_Laughing--laughing_!...