"There's another man I don't know, the one who lighted the fire.

He's back there somewhere." Seaforth said nothing for a minute or two, but as he glanced about him the shadows seemed to grow darker beyond the flickering radiance of the fire, and the roar of wind in the branches angrier.

He had been a prey to half-formed suspicions of late, and there was something sinister in the thought of that man who followed them.
"Harry," he said presently, "you have got most of the things you wanted so far ?" "Yes," said Alton quietly.

"It wasn't always easy, and they didn't come to me, but I knew what I wanted, and I usually got it." Seaforth made a sign of comprehension.

"Did it ever occur to you that you had probably as much already as is good for you ?" Alton glanced at him with half-closed eyes.