But, Messieurs, I have been told of a camp quite close at hand,--and yet you leave me here in the sand to famish while you quarrel." The tone of her voice, while still full of coquetry, was urgent, and I think we both noted for the first time how white of face she was, and how wearily her eyes shone.

The Frenchman, ever ready in such courtesies, was the first to respond by word and act.
"You are faint, Toinette," he cried, instantly forgetful of everything else, and springing forward to give her the aid of his arm.

"I beg you lean upon me.

I have been blind not to note your weakness before.

'T is indeed not a long walk to our camp from here,--yet, on my life, I know nothing of where it lies.