"What of my promise—my promise to marry Dick? Where is he?" moaned the girl.
"He's gone back to the desert."
Over her swept the memory of the terrible dream. Dick dying of thirst in the desert, calling for her; crushed to the earth by Jack after battling the awful silence. She moved to the middle of the room, as if following the summons.
"The desert, my dream," she whispered, in awe.
"He is gone out of our lives forever," cried Jack, facing her with arms outstretched.
"And you let him go away in the belief that I knew him to be living?" accused the wife.
"What will not a man do to keep the woman he loves? Dick Lane has gone from our lives, he will never return," argued Jack.
"He must," screamed Echo. "There is a crime charged against you—he must return to prove your story as to the money—He must know through your own lips the lie that separated us."
"You love him—you love him." Jack kept repeating the words, aghast at the knowledge that Echo seemed to be forcing upon him.
"Bring him back to me." Firmly she spoke.