this to offer.

It seemed as though without his volition his hand sought hers and
covered it.

She left it so for a moment, then took hers away and got up abruptly.

"They are working up to the bed-ground and will lie down pretty soon.
When they're settled, I'll go to camp and get you something to eat." Her
tone was matter-of-fact, casual. She stooped, and, picking up a pebble,
tossed it at two bucks that were butting each other violently:

"Here--you! Stop it! You give me a headache to look at you."

He did not even interest her, that was evident. Disston tried to assure
himself that he would not have it otherwise, that anything else would be
a misfortune in the circumstances; but self-deception was useless--his
feelings were not a matter for argument or logic, they were of the
heart, not the head, when he was near her, and his mind had nothing to
do with them.

She walked away a little and stood apart with her face to the sunset, a
lonely figure, silent, aloof, fitting perfectly into the picture.
Disston tried to analyze his feelings, the emotions she inspired in him
as he looked at her, but his lines of thought with their many
ramifications always came back to the starting point--to the sure
knowledge that he wanted her tremendously, that he yearned and hungered
for her with every fiber of his nature.

She was the last woman in the world who would seem to need protection,
yet he had a savage primitive desire to protect her, to put his arm
about her and defy the world, if need be.

Beth's helpless femininity inspired no such passionate chivalry. He
saved her annoyances, shielded her, helped her over the rough places,
from habit--but this was different. And it had been so, he reflected,
from that night at the Prouty House when he would gladly have fought
those who had slighted and hurt her, when he would have shed blood, had
his judgment not restrained him. Ever since then the least insinuation
or slur against Kate had set his blood tingling, and Beth's ridicule had
been one of the hardest things he had found to overlook in her. And,
too, the curious serenity, the sense of completeness which came to him
when she sat quietly beside him, puzzled him. He wondered if it was only
a temporary state of mind, or would it last forever if he were with
her. He would conquer himself--of course, he must; and he had proved by
his life thus far that he was strong enough to do anything he had to.

Suddenly Hugh felt a keen