“You mean Chris?” she asked with an air of unconcern.
“No; I mean I wasn’t unconscious quite so long as you thought and you——”
“Bourgwan! The guide says we must go,” she cried quickly, with a lovely blush.
“And when you did, I began to hope.”
“We mustn’t keep him any longer.”
“I think he could wait while you—do it again.”
But she laughed and tossed her head and walked out of the tent.
As we crossed to the horses, she said: “I don’t know what you must have thought.”
“I thought you might do it again so I remained unconscious.”
As I put her on her horse, she whispered: “I was going to, but Karasch came;” and then shook the reins and started.