"She won't have me," he said. "I asked her to-night; she had been so kind, singing with me, walking a little way with me; I thought it meant that I might speak. She must have known that I loved her."
"And she refused you?"
"Yes."
"Try again; perhaps she wants you to try again."
"No, she says her heart is not her's to give."
"Does she?"
Bob went cold, and pale too. He wondered who it could be that she loved; there was none worthier than Steve.
"If it had been you," Steve went on, "I could have borne it; but see how she treated you to-night. I shall go away from here, Bob."
"And I, Steve."
It was little they slept that night, and before the next evening everyone knew that Singing Bob and Lily Steve were going away from the camp. Perhaps, too, they half guessed the cause.