"As soon as it is dark, I will cook a hot supper for you," he said, regarding her kindly. "Poor child, this has been a hard, hard, day for you. For me--" Fighting to keep back the tears, she tried to thank him. For a moment he stood looking down at her. Then she saw his face grow black with rage, and, clenching his great fists, he turned away. While waiting for the darkness that would hide the smoke of the fire, the man gathered cedar boughs from trees near-by, and made a comfortable bed in the cabin, for the girl. As soon as it was dark, he built a fire in the rude fire-place, and, in a few minutes, announced supper. The meal was really excellent; and Sibyl, in spite of her situation, ate heartily; which won an admiring comment from her captor. The meal finished, he said awkwardly, "I want to thank you, Miss Andrés, for making this day as easy for me as you have. We will be alone here, until Friday, at least; perhaps longer. There is a bar to the cabin door. You may rest here as safely as though you were in your own room. Good night." Before she could answer, he was gone. A few minutes later, Sibyl stood in the open door. "Mr. Marston," she called. "Yes, Miss Andrés," came, instantly, out of the darkness. "Please come into the cabin." There was no answer. "It will be cold out there. Please come inside." "Thank you, Miss Andrés; but I will do very nicely. Bar the door and go to sleep." "But, Mr. Marston, I will sleep better if I know that you are comfortable." The man came to her and she saw him in the dim light of the fire, standing hat in hand. He spoke wonderingly. "Do you mean, Miss Andrés, that you would not be afraid to sleep, if I occupied the cabin with you?" "No," she answered, "I am not afraid. Come in." But he did not move to cross the threshold. "And why are you not afraid?" he asked curiously. "Because," she answered, "I know that you are a gentleman." The man laughed harshly--such a laugh as Sibyl had never before heard. "A gentleman! This is the first time I have heard that word in connection with myself for many a year, Miss Andrés. You have little reason for using it--after what I have done to you--and am doing." "Oh, but you see, I know that you are forced to do what you are doing. You _are_ a gentleman, Mr. Marston.--Won't you please come in and sleep by the fire? You will be so uncomfortable out there. And you have had such a hard day." "God bless you, for your good heart, Miss Andrés," the man said brokenly. "But I will not intrude upon your privacy to-night. Don't you see," he added savagely, "don't you see that I--I _can't?_ Bar your door, please, and let me play the part assigned to me. Your kindness to me, your confidence in me, is wasted." He turned abruptly away and disappeared in the darkness. Chapter XXXVI What Should He Do The next morning, it was evident to Sibyl Andrés that the man who said his name was Henry Marston had not slept.