She glanced up at him.
“Thank you! But are you not going to wash?”
“Not until you have finished. You are such a radiant beauty, that it would be a sin to miss an instant of you. My clothes are even more becoming to you than your own!”
She glanced down over her slender figure, so fine, so delicately rounded, then sprang quickly to her feet and snatched up the coat.
“I will reconnoiter our position while you make your toilet,” she said, and slipped out of sight among the trees.
Ten minutes later, Stewart found her seated on a little knoll at the edge of the wood, looking out across the country.
“There is a house over yonder,” she said, nodding to where the corner of a gable showed among the trees. “But it may be dangerous to approach it.”
“We can’t starve,” he pointed out. “And we seem to be lucky. Suppose I go on ahead?”
“No; we will go together,” and she sprang to her feet.
The way led over a strip of rocky ground, used evidently as a pasture, but there were no cattle grazing on it; then along a narrow lane between low stone walls. Presently they reached the house, which seemed to be the home of a small farmer, for it stood at the back of a yard with stables and sheds grouped about it. The gate was open and there was no sign of life within. Stewart started to enter, but suddenly stopped and looked at his companion.