Her eyes seemed to glow as she looked into his. "Following you," she answered.
Suddenly he noticed she carried a substantial ash cudgel. A great wave of wonder passed over him. "Good God, was it you who flattened me out last night?
"No, that was Sam."
His face relaxed with a look of relief. "Were you there, then?"
There was an involuntary twitch of the cudgel in her hand. "He wouldn't have done it if I'd been there."
Carstairs' look showed admiration and appreciation. "That's jolly good of you," he said. "Where are you—er—where is the camp?"
She mentioned a place twenty miles away.
He raised his eyebrows in surprise. "How did you get here, then?"
"Walked," she answered, simply.
"How'll you get back?"