“My pride, Phil. Poor Coley!”

He echoed the words heartlessly.

“Poor Coley!”

A pause. “Who else is in camp?”

“Colonel Broadhurst, Mr. Worthington, Mr. and Mrs. Pennington——”

“Nellie! Here?”

“Yes, she had never been in the woods before. Why, what is the matter, Phil?”

Gallatin straightened, one hand to his forehead.

“I have it,” he said.

“Have what?”