When Natalie awoke, it was a gray and haggard Garth she saw through the
raised flaps of her tent. His arms, folded on his knees, bore up his
chin; and he stared before him, still pursuing the narrow round of his
troublous thoughts. He was the gainer for his excursion, by valuable
information--but he was no nearer the solution of it all.
Natalie partly raised herself on her good arm. "My poor Garth!" she said
softly. "How very tired you are!"