is back to the light and
Anway did not instantly recognise him. Anway's expression graduated
from expectancy at the sound of the word friend to blankness as he
failed to recognise Evan, and to something like consternation when he
did.

"What are you doing here?" he blurted out.

"The same as yourself," replied Evan. "Only a volunteer."

Without another word Anway turned. Evan went with him. He had no
intention of letting him warn Corinna. They mounted the main stairway
side by side, Anway gazing stiffly ahead, Evan watching him with a grin.

As soon as they rounded into the saloon Evan saw Corinna, and his head
swam a little. She was so very dear and desirable he forgot how badly
she had used him. She was kneeling on the carpet, feeding a hungry
baby with cup and spoon. The baby sat in the lap of a woman so spent
and done, she could do no more than keep the infant from slipping off.
It was an appealing sight. In such an attitude Corinna was all woman,
her face as tender as a saint's. Evan laid a restraining hand on
Anway's arm.

"Let the kid have his meal anyway," he whispered.

But some current of electricity warned Corinna. Looking up, she saw
Evan at a dozen paces' distance. Evan trembled for the cup. It was
not dropped. Corinna had herself better in hand than Anway. No muscle
of her face changed; only the light of her eyes hardened.

"She thinks you brought me aboard," murmured Evan wickedly.

Anway flushed.

Corinna resumed her feeding of the baby.

Evan was divided between admiration and chagrin. Secretly he had
counted on his appearance creating a more dramatic effect than this.

Anway hung around in a miserable state of indecision. If Evan had only
given him an excuse to punch him he would have been glad no doubt.
Finally he said:

"You see what she's doing. Come away and let her be."

Evan good-humouredly shook his head. "The sight gives me too much
pleasure," he said. "But don't let me keep you."

But Anway lingered unhappily, walking away a little and coming back.

Corinna did not look at Evan again. Her self-control was too
provoking. "By Heaven, I'll make her show some feeling before the
day's out!" he vowed to himself. When the cup was empty she came
straight toward him with her chin up.

"How do you do, Corinna?" said Evan.

She looked at him with the faint air of surprise she knew so well how
to assume. Then, as if suddenly placing him: "Oh! You must excuse m