disturb her. She will wake
naturally in the morning."

"I hope so for both our sakes," he answered, glaring at him, "for if
not, you or I, or the two of us, will never see another."

Meyer took no notice of his threats; indeed the man seemed so exhausted
that he could scarcely stand.

"I am done," he said. "Now, as she is safe, I don't care what happens to
me. I must rest," and he staggered from the tent, like a drunken man.

Outside, at the place where they ate, Mr. Clifford heard him gulping
down raw gin from the bottle. Then he heard no more.

All the rest of the night, and for some hours of the early morning, did
her father watch by the bed of Benita, although, lightly clad as he was,
the cold of dawn struck to his bones. At length, when the sun was well
up, she rose in her bed, and her eyes opened.

"What are you doing here, father?" she said.

"I have come to see where you were, dear. You are generally out by now."

"I suppose that I must have overslept myself then," she replied wearily.
"But it does not seem to have refreshed me much, and my head aches. Oh!
I remember," she added with a start. "I have had such a horrid dream."

"What about?" he asked as carelessly as he could.

"I can't recall it quite, but it had to do with Mr. Meyer," and she
shivered. "It seemed as though I had passed into his power, as though he
had taken possession of me, body and soul, and forced me to tell him all
the secret things."

"What secret things, Benita?"

She shook her head.

"I don't know now, but we went away among dead people, and I told him
there. Oh! father, I am afraid of that man--terribly afraid! Protect me
from him," and she began to cry a little.

"Of course I will protect you, dear. Something has upset your nerves.
Come, dress yourself and you'll soon forget it all. I'll light the
fire."

A quarter of an hour later Benita joined him, looking pale and shaken,
but otherwise much as usual. She was ravenously hungry, and ate of the
biscuits and dried meat with eagerness.

"The coffee tastes quite different from that which I drank last night,"
she said. "I think there must have been something in it which gave me
those bad dreams. Where is Mr. Meyer? Oh, I know!" and again she put her
hand to her head. "He is still asleep by the wall."

"Who told you that?"

"I can't say, but it is so. He will not come here till one o'clock.
There, I feel much better now. What shall we do, father?"

"Sit in the sun a