"Whose face?"
"Mortimer FitzHugh's," she shuddered.
Tenderly Aldous led her back to the tent.
"Yes, it was surely an unpleasant dream, dear," he comforted her. "Try and sleep again. You must get all the rest you can."
He closed the flap after her, and turned back toward MacDonald. The old hunter had disappeared. It was ten minutes before he came in from out of the darkness. He went straight to Aldous.
"Johnny, you was asleep!"
"I'm afraid I was, Mac—just for a minute."
MacDonald's fingers gripped his arm.
"Jus' for a minute, Johnny—an' in that minute you lost the chance of your life!"
"What do you mean?"