Something stirred in his own breast and kept him silent.

But there was another person near who was not so deterred.

As Harper stood watching Ransom's crouched, almost insensible figure, he perceived a slight dark form steal from the shadows and lay a hand on the stooping man's shoulder, then as he failed to move or give any token of feeling this touch, he heard Anitra's voice say in accents almost musical: "You will get ill here; you are not used to the cold and the night air.
Come back to the house; Georgian would wish it." The name roused him and he looked up.

Their eyes met and a strange gleam--a shock, perhaps, of sympathetic feeling, flashed upon either face.

The lawyer saw and instinctively retreated from out the circle of light cast by the lantern; but the men at the stream's edge heard nothing.