She was seated as I finally approached, and her face was turned aside as she spoke to the camp cook, with whom she seemed on the best of terms.

"Hurry, Daniels," she called out.

"I'm absolutely starved to death!" There was something in her voice which sounded familiar to me, and I sought a glance at her face, which the next instant was hid by the rim of her hat as she looked down, removing her long gloves.

At least I saw her hands--small hands, sun-browned now.

On one finger was a plain gold ring, with a peculiar setting--the figure of a rose, carved deep into the gold! "After all," thought I to myself, "there are some things which can not be duplicated.