With a choke she ran towards him, holding up her hands with horror. He tried to hide the root he was chewing, but became aware that she had seen it, and that she knew the true motive of his expedition. "Jim, why, you're starving! Why didn't you tell me?" He stood up and put the knife into his pocket. "'Tain't as bad as all that," he said casually. "Gotta make that grub pan out, somehow. I told you I was rough--an animal. Don't look so plumb sober. I lived for a month on roots once...." "Come back!" she cried imperiously. "Why didn't you tell me? I had a right to know!" He said nothing. There was nothing to be said. She didn't know what starvation was really like, and he did. She led him back to the camp, her face flushed and her eyes moist. "Now sit down. I'm going to cook you a good meal, and you are going to eat it. Where's your grub sack?" His mouth closed down with a snap. If she saw the grub sack the whole truth must come out, and he didn't want that. "I've had my meal," he replied. "Don't trouble now. I ain't a bit hungry. Them roots is sure wonderful when you git used----" She shrugged her shoulders impatiently, and looked round for his kit. Seeing it a few yards away she rose from her knees and made for it, but his hand came out and stopped her. "Angela," he said hoarsely. "We got days to go yet...." She put his arm aside and reached the pile of kit. The sack in which his food was carried was a white canvas one, easily distinguished from the rest. She turned over one or two things and found it--flat and empty. "Gone--all gone!" She stood with it hanging from her fingers as a suspicion entered her mind. Slowly she came to him, her bosom throbbing madly. "What have you done with it?" "I guess I've bin a bit too free with it." "What have you done with it?" she reiterated. "Wal, it's gone, and squealing won't help matters." "Where has it gone?" "Where does food usually go? See here, Angela--I'm right sorry about it all. Maybe I'll shoot a bird to-morrow, and then I'll have a gormandizing jag." But the stratagem failed to have effect. She was thinking of the apparent inexhaustibility of her own supply. Two nights before she had heard him go from the tent, and the next morning the ring which he usually wore on his finger was found in her sack. Moreover, the contents had seemed strangely increased. She saw it all now. The bag slipped from her fingers and she covered her face with her hands. "I know!... I know now!" she burst out. "I've been eating your food as well as my own. You have been replenishing my supply from your own sack. All this time you've been famished with hunger, and you've let me go on eating--living on your hunger. Oh, God! don't you see how mean I feel?" Then her eyes flashed and her tone changed. "But you had no right to do it. How dare you?"