There must surely be other men at the Nest than the two hated and feared by the girl--Hauck, her uncle, and Brokaw, the "red brute." She had built a little pile of sticks and dry moss ready for the touch of a match when he returned.

Tara had stretched himself out lazily in the sun and Baree was still between the two rocks, eyeing him watchfully.

Before David lighted the fire he spread his one blanket out on the sand and made the Girl sit down.

She was close to him, and her eyes did not leave his face for an instant.

Whenever he looked up she was gazing straight at him, and when he went down to the creek for another pail of water he felt that her eyes were still on him.