"It would be better if Miss Stirling came with me." "Yes," said Kinnaird reflectively, "I think she ought to go." There was, however, a difficulty when Ida rose to her feet, and stood looking about her half awake.

She could not speak distinctly, but she seemed bent on staying.

Then Kinnaird made a sign to Weston, who quietly slipped his arm within the girl's and drew her away.

She went with him some little distance, too dazed to resist, and then, snatching her arm free, turned upon him white with cold and anger.
"What right have you or Major Kinnaird----" she began, but Weston checked her with a little forceful gesture.
"I, at least, have none at all," he admitted.

"In a way, however, I suppose I'm responsible for the safety of the whole party.