The smile on the girl's face changed. She started to speak. Then she closed her eyes and covered them with her hands.
The figure in the bed gave vent to a long-drawn-out snort and tossed heavily. The girl dabbed her eyes with her wrists and turned with an anxious look.
"He's waking up," she whispered. "He'll be crazy when he sees you here."
"But I brought him here," said Ralston, "and it was his own fault. Besides, he is going to find Steadman for me."
"Find Steadman for you?" she exclaimed.
"Why, certainly! Why not?"
The girl looked at him in amazement.
"And that's why you carried him off?"
"Yes—naturally—of course. What did you think?"
She gave a low laugh and clapped her hands softly together.