"Let me look at it."
Reluctantly he drew out the watch, and into the woman's eyes crept a covetous gleam, as she advanced and took it in her hand.
"It's pretty," she said. "What's it worth?"
"I don't know," answered Dean. "I didn't buy it. It was a present to me."
"It ought to be worth a good sum."
"I value it because it was given me by a friend," said Dean hurriedly.
"We've got nothing to tell time by," said the woman, slowly, still eying the watch with a fixed look, "except the sun."
Dean did not reply.
"How do you wind it up?" asked the woman after a pause. "Do you have a key?"
"No; it's a stem-winder."