"If I do like him, I can never be anything to him. This is what I wanted to tell you: that I shot his brother." "Well, if his brother was like _him_--" "Oh, Cicely, it was Ferdie--your Ferdie." "What do you know about Ferdie?" demanded Cicely, coldly. "He never liked you in the least." "Don't you know, Cicely, that Ferdie is dead?" "Oh, yes, I know it. Paul would not let me go to him, and he died all alone." "And do you know what was the cause of his death?" "Yes; he was shot; there were some negroes, they got away in a boat." "No, there were no negroes; I shot him. I took a pistol on purpose." "It seems to be very hard work for you to tell me this, you are crying dreadfully," remarked Cicely, looking at her. "Why do you tell?" "Because I am the one you must curse. Not Paul." "It's all for Paul, then." "But it was for you in the first place, Cicely. Don't you remember that we escaped?--that we went through the wood to the north point?--that you tried to push the boat off, and couldn't? Baby climbed up by one of the seats, and Ferdie saw him, and made a dash after him; then it was that I fired. I did it, Cicely. Nobody else." "Oh," said Cicely, slowly, "you did it, did you?" She rose. "And Paul kept me from going to him! It was all you two." She went to the crib, and lifted Jack from his nest. He stirred drowsily; then fell asleep again. (Poor little Jack, what journeys!) "Open that door; and go," Cicely commanded. Eve hesitated a moment. Then she obeyed. Cicely wrapped a shawl about Jack, and laid him down; she set to work and made two packets of clothing--one for herself, and one for the child--slinging them upon her arm; she put on her straw hat, took Jack, and went out, closing the door behind her. Eve, who was waiting outside in the darkness, followed her. She dared not call for help; she hoped that they might meet Paul coming back, or Porley, or the nurse. But they met no one, Paul was still at the big pine. Cicely turned down to the beach, and began to walk westward. Eve followed, moving as noiselessly as possible; but Cicely must have heard her, though she gave no sign of it, for, upon passing a point, Eve found that she had lost her, there was no one in sight. She ran forward, she called her name entreatingly; she stood by the edge of the water, fearing to see something dark floating there. She called again, she pleaded. No answer from the dusky night. She turned and ran back to the camp. At its edge she met Paul. "You promised me that you would not leave the lodge," he said. "Oh, Paul, I don't know where she is. Oh, come--hurry, hurry!" They went together. She was so tired, so breathless, that he put his arm round her as a support. "Oh, do not." "This is where you ought always to be when you are tired--in my arms." "Don't let us talk. She may be dead." "Poor little Cicely! But you are more to me."