"Another time," replied Jim hesitatingly.
Glen shrugged his shoulders.
"As you please," he said.
"How did she get here?" asked Jim.
Glen told him how he found her, and Jim Benny was as helpless as himself in solving the problem.
"It's very strange," said Jim. "We've never seen a woman round here before. What are you going to do with her?"
"Keep her until she's pulled round. Then I can find out all about her," returned Glen.
A faint cry came from the hut which caused them to turn round quickly and run back. A strange, weird sight met their eyes. The woman was standing close to the bed. Her hair was down. They noticed it was a beautiful nut-brown, and there was plenty of it. Her arms were stretched out. Her eyes stared glassily. As Glen came in she tottered forward, and he caught her in his arms.
A thrill went through him as he clasped her. Her face was close to his. He felt her breath on his cheek. He drew her tightly towards him, and held her for several minutes. Jim Benny watched him with a queer light in his eyes.
Glen carried her, laying her on his rough bed. She was exhausted with the exertion and remained quite still.