"You are a successful explorer," she cried when he drew near.
"Yes, Miss Deane. I have found water, implements, a shelter, even light."
"What sort of light—spiritual, or material?"
"Oil."
"Oh!"
Iris could not remain serious for many consecutive minutes, but she gathered that he was in no mood for frivolity.
"And the shelter—is it a house?" she continued.
"No, a cave. If you are sufficiently rested you might come and take possession."
Her eyes danced with excitement. He told her what he had seen, with reservations, and she ran on before him to witness these marvels.
"Why did you make a new path to the well?" she inquired after a rapid survey.