Instinctively the other smothered the light, but after that he sat quite still.
'I can see you distinctly,' said Jim, 'and I'm a fair shot!'
There was silence for a moment, the thief making no attempt to escape.
'I am going to light the candle,' said a voice.
'Light it, then; but no tricks! I'll shoot to kill!'
XV
A MATCH was struck, and in its glow Done recognised his visitor. It was Ryder. The latter lit the candle, and then turned towards Jim. He was quite composed, apparently. Not so Done; the revelation amazed him. The hand containing the revolver sank to his side. He stood for some moments awaiting an explanation. None was offered.
'Is Mr. Walter Ryder a tent thief?' he asked bitterly.
Ryder shook his head. 'No,' he said.
'It looks strangely like it.'