With a little cry of surprise she flung back her hair.
He could not fail to see the swift look of relief and gladness that had come into her eyes.

In another instant her face was flushing crimson.
"I beg your pardon for coming up like an eavesdropper," he apologized.

"I thought you would just about be at breakfast, Mrs.Otto." The Scotchwoman heaved a tremendous sigh of relief.
"Goodness gracious, but I'm glad to see you!" she exclaimed thankfully.
"Jack and Bruce have just gone out to see if they could find your dead body!" "We thought perhaps something might have happened," said Joanne, who had moved nearer the door.

"You will excuse me, won't you, while I finish my hair ?" Without waiting for him to answer, she ran into the tent.

No sooner had she disappeared than the good-natured smile left Mrs.Otto's face.