"Never!"
"I own that in many ways I have been quite in the wrong——"
"In every way!"
"There you are unreasonable again. I can't help it. I am doing what I honestly believe——"
His voice died away, for a whip was cracking in the darkness, with the muffled beat of unshod hoofs in the heavy sand. They sat together without a word, each waiting for the other to rise first; and thus Theodore found them, though Moya's dress was all he could descry at first.
"That you, Moya? Well, what price the bush? I've been shooting turkeys; they call it sport; but give me crows to-morrow! What, you there too, Rigden? Rum coincidence! Sorry I didn't see you sooner, old chap; but I'm not going to retract about the turkeys."
He disappeared in the direction of the barracks, and Moya held out her hand.
"Lend me that ring," she said. "There's no reason why we should give ourselves away to-night."
"I think the sooner the better," said Rigden.
But he returned the ring.