"Speak up.

Am I goin' to stop here, or have I got to get up and get ?" "You can stay," said the young man quietly; "but as I've got my provisions and ammunition here, and haven't any other place to go to just now, I suppose we'll have to share it together." She glanced at him under her eyelids, and a half-bitter, half-contemptuous smile passed across her face.

"All right, old man," she said, holding out her hand, "it's a go.

We'll start in housekeeping at once, if you like." "I'll have to come here once or twice a day," he said, quite composedly, "to look after my things, and get something to eat; but I'll be away most of the time, and what with camping out under the trees every night I reckon my share won't incommode you." She opened her black eyes upon him, at this original proposition.

Then she looked down at her torn dress.