Then the light had been as suddenly turned off, leaving him with a gnawing, impotent longing to be what she wanted him to be.

Involuntarily, he took his hat off to her and bowed respectfully.

Then he reached a swift hand into an inner pocket of his vest and withdrew it, holding out a paper to her.

She took it and looked wonderingly at it.

It was the diagram of the clearing in the timber clump showing where the idol was buried.
Her face paled, for she knew that his action in restoring the diagram to her was his tribute to her honesty, an evidence of his trust in her, despite his uttered suspicions.