Sylvia lay with her head on a light rug that he spread for her, and he sat with his back to the rock and smoked with eyes fixed straight before him.
Sleep came to the girl very quickly for she was tired, and her healthy young body was swift to find repose.

But the man, watching beside her, did not even doze.

He scarcely varied his position throughout his vigil, scarcely glanced at the figure nestled in the long grass so close to him.

But his attitude had the alertness of the man on guard, and his brown face was set in grimly resolute lines.

It gave no indication whatever of that which was passing in his mind..