“Bess, are you thinking?” he asked.
“Yes—oh yes!”
“Do you realize we are here alone—man and woman?”
“Yes.”
“Have you thought that we may make our way out to civilization, or we may have to stay here—alone—hidden from the world all our lives?”
“I never thought—till now.”
“Well, what’s your choice—to go—or to stay here—alone with me?”
“Stay!” New-born thought of self, ringing vibrantly in her voice, gave her answer singular power.
Venters trembled, and then swiftly turned his gaze from her face—from her eyes. He knew what she had only half divined—that she loved him.