The camp woke to clamour.
Thresk stood by the table gripping the handle of the despatch-box as he had been bidden to do.

The tent-door was left open.

He could see lights flashing, he heard Ballantyne shouting orders, and his voice dwindled and grew loud as he moved from spot to spot in the encampment.

And in the midst of the noise the white frightened face of Stella Ballantyne appeared at the opening of her corridor.
"What has happened ?" she asked in a whisper.

"Oh, I was afraid that you and he had quarrelled," and she stood with her hand pressed over her heart.
"No, no indeed," Thresk replied, and Captain Ballantyne stumbled back into the tent.