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"Is it far now?" she asked wearily.

"Not more than seven miles I should judge. Are you about all in?"

"Oh, no! I'm all right, thank you," she said, with forced

sprightliness.

His shrewd, hard gaze went over her and knew better.

"You lie down under those live-oaks and I'll get some grub

ready."

"I'll cook lunch while you lie down. You must be tired walking so

far through the sun," said Miss Kinney.

"Have I got to pick you up again and carry you there?"

"No, you haven't. You keep your hands off me," she flashed.

But nevertheless she betook herself to the shade of the live-oaks

and lay down. When he went to call her for lunch he found her

fast asleep with her head pillowed on her arm. She looked so

haggard that he had not the heart to rouse her.