He had given her the last of the new blankets--and his own old bed was missing now.

Wid had fulfilled his threat and burned it.
She stood alone, her throat throbbing, hesitant, at the side of the rude bunk.
"He's a kind man," said she to herself, half aloud, after a time.

"Oh, if only I could see!" She began to feel her way about, stood at the door for a time, looking out.

Something told her that the darkness of night was coming on.

She turned, felt her way back to the edge of the bunk, and knelt down, her head in her hands.