"You think she is jealous?"
"Oh, not in the way you mean. But every woman likes to be first, even with her friends. And if she can't be first, she is healthily curious about the woman who is. Desire would miss Mary very much."
"You've been a fool, Benis."
"I shall try not to be a bigger one."
The friends looked polite daggers at each other. And suddenly smiled.
"To be continued in our next," said Rogers. "Is it finally settled that we turn homeward tomorrow?"
"Yes. We did our last extracting from the hawk-eyed one yesterday. He has been a real find, John. Do you know what he calls Aunt Caroline? 'The-old-woman-who-sniffs-the-air.' Desire did not translate. Isn't she rather a wonder, John? Did you ever see anything like the way she manages Aunt?"
But the doctor's eyes were on the distant tents.
"Someone in blue is waving to us," he said. "It must be your Aunt."
Spence lazily raised his eyes.