CHAPTER III.

The night air cooled Neville Lynne’s excitement somewhat, and as he made his way over the rough, uneven ground toward his hut, walking as quickly as he could, he began to realize what he had done. He had spent his whole fortune, barring a few pounds, in buying the young girl lying across his shoulder, and he asked himself the question which many a man has asked upon finding himself the purchaser of some “lot” at a sale, “What on earth shall I do with it?” Nine hundred pounds! His all! He laughed grimly, and yet if …