“Yes, when Chris, the other member of the comradeship was on guard with you.”
“Dear old Chris,” she replied. “I am so sorry.”
“Something else happened here beside that fight.”
“What was that?”
“You told me just now when you think you—knew. Well, it was here I first hoped.”
“Hoped?” she cried, her face wrinkling and her eyes questioning.
“Yes, hoped. You remember I lay here after that blow on the head.”
“Yes, there;” and she pointed to the very spot.
“Someone watched by me here, when I was unconscious.”
She began to understand.