Heretofore she had met Bruce as a man, to whom a glance from her eyes had told her secret.

Now that the door to civilization lay but a few miles away, the old conventions dropped their obscuring mantles over her, and she felt ashamed.

And there was not a little doubt.

Perhaps she had mistaken the look in his eyes, back there in the desert, back in the first day when they had fled together from the ordeals.

And yet.