CHAPTER VII

A YOUNG MAN FROM THE EAST “I beg your pardon, young lady. I am sorry to intrude, but as this is the first sign of a habitation I’ve seen for several days, I took the liberty of looking in. I’m sorry to have disturbed your siesta.” The voice was a strange one. The new-comer was certainly not the man of whose intrusion she was in such abject dread, nor was, apparently, any one from the camp below. She rose to her feet and faced him. “Won’t you come in and sit down?” she said. He staggered rather than walked to the be…