The guide, Carter, rode out, bringing Shiela and Hamil their horses and relieving the latter's pockets of a dozen birds; announcing a halt for luncheon at the same time in a voice softly neglectful of I's and R's, and musical with aspirates.
As they followed him slowly toward the wagon which stood half a mile away under a group of noble pines, Hamil began in a low voice:
"I've got to say this, Shiela: I never saw more perfect sportsmanship than yours; and, if only for that, I love you with all my heart."
"What a boyish thing to say!" But she coloured deliciously.
"You don't care whether I love you—that way, do you?" he asked hopefully.
"N-no."
"Then—I can wait."
She turned toward him, confused.
"Wait?" she repeated.
"Yes—wait; all my life, if it must be."