She laughed deliciously.
“But you couldn’t have—unless you had walked in your sleep.”
“I remember nothing.” He ran his blackened fingers through his hair. “Oh, yes, the trail—the deer—and—you cooking fish—and then—after that—we talked, didn’t we?”
He was awake now, and blundered forward eagerly to take the branch which she had lifted from the wood-pile. But she yielded grudgingly.
“I’m to do my share—that we agreed——”
“No—you’re a woman. You shall do nothing—go into the hut and rest.”
“I’m not tired.”
Her appearance belied her words. He looked down at her tenderly and laid his hand gently on her shoulder.
“You have not slept?”
“Oh, yes, I slept,” looking away.