"Teresa! Good God!—look at me! What has happened?"
She raised her eyes to his. There was a slight film across them; the lids were blackened; the beautiful lashes gone forever!
"I see you a little now, I think," she said, with a smile, passing her hands vaguely over his face. "It must have happened when he fainted, and I had to drag him through the blazing brush; both my hands were full, and I could not cover my eyes."
"Drag whom?" said Low, quickly.
"Why, Dunn."
"Dunn! He here?" said Low, hoarsely.
"Yes; didn't you read the note I left on the herbarium? Didn't you come to the camp-fire?" she asked hurriedly, clasping his hands. "Tell me quickly!"
"No!"
"Then you were not there—then you didn't leave me to die?"
"No! I swear it, Teresa!" the stoicism that had upheld his own agony breaking down before her strong emotion.