He let go of her shoulder, slowly, regretfully, as though he touched her body for the last time.
'There's nothing,' he said. 'Nothing I can do?'
She shook her head. His hopes must be killed.
'There's another man,' she said.
'That——'
'Dick Ward,' she interrupted him.
'That fellow who came to my fire last night?'
She nodded.
'Why in hell did I let them light the fire,' he said. 'He'd have starved then.'
He walked abruptly to the tent and kicked at the flap.