Before she could answer, he was gone.
A few minutes later, Sibyl stood in the open door. "Mr. Marston," she called.
"Yes, Miss Andrés," came, instantly, out of the darkness.
"Please come into the cabin."
There was no answer.
"It will be cold out there. Please come inside."
"Thank you, Miss Andrés; but I will do very nicely. Bar the door and go to sleep."
"But, Mr. Marston, I will sleep better if I know that you are comfortable."
The man came to her and she saw him in the dim light of the fire, standing hat in hand. He spoke wonderingly. "Do you mean, Miss Andrés, that you would not be afraid to sleep, if I occupied the cabin with you?"
"No," she answered, "I am not afraid. Come in."