'ink she love you too," said Rina gravely. "When I 'urt her, she try
not to cry because it 'urt you so bad."

A slow red crept under Garth's skin. He hated to betray himself under
the eyes of the red woman; and he bustled about, averting his face from
her. "When can she be moved?" he asked, brusquely changing the subject.

Rina shook her head. "I not know," she said. "Maybe she have fever.
Three, four week maybe."

Garth's heart sunk heavily, as he considered their scanty supplies, the
approach of winter--and, more dangerous still, the fruitful opportunities
of conflict the weeks would offer to four souls so strangely opposed, and
so strangely bound together in the wilderness.

"What is Mabyn doing now?" he asked suddenly.

Rina's face instantly became as blank as plaster. "I not talk to you
about him," she said coolly.

Garth was conscious of receiving a rebuke.

"But I help you," she added presently. "I go bring your outfit in."

Before she went, she brewed a draught for Natalie with some of the herbs
she had brought; and instructed Garth to administer it when she woke.
For an instant all Garth's suspicions returned; and he looked at her
hard. Rina, divining his thought, coolly lifted the pail to her lips,
and drank of it. Once more he felt himself rebuked.

Left alone, his thoughts reverted to Mabyn. What would he have been
plotting all this time? he wondered; what stand would he take in this
new posture of affairs? It was too much to hope, he decided, that one so
selfish and so jealous could be persuaded to sink his animosity against
Garth, for the purpose of serving Natalie while she lay injured. Garth's
business had made him more or less familiar with the workings of the
diseased ego; and he was convinced that Mabyn, if for nothing else,
hated him intolerably for having been the spectator of his repulse by
Natalie.

As time passed, Natalie began to stir and mutter in her sleep and Garth,
bending over her, fearful of fever, put the man out of his head.
Returning to her from the edge of the lake, with cloths wrung out of
cold water, he found her with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.

"Send him away! Send him away!" she muttered. "I cannot have him near
me!"

At first he thought her mind wandered, but following the direction of
her eyes, he saw the figure of a man skulking among the trees; and his
face grimmed. Soothing her, he offered Rina's drink; and it had an
immediate effect. She dropped off to sleep