Millicent had listened, hot with anger and a little surprised. Lisle had his faults, including a shortness of temper, but he was now showing a strain of what she considered primitive barbarism which he had hitherto concealed. A cultured Englishman would have led Clarence aside or waited for an opportunity before remonstrating with him; and then her face burned as she wondered whether Lisle had been actuated by savage jealousy. It was, however, insufferable that he should display it in this fashion. "I must point out that I organized the expedition," she said. "Everybody here is my guest." "Did you invite Gladwyne and Batley?" "I did not," Millicent was compelled to own. "For all that, they are now in the same position as the rest. I must ask you to remember it." Lisle had some trouble in controlling himself, but he nodded. "Well," he responded, "I'll have to alter several of our arrangements and I'll go along and talk it over with the packers. I've got the canoes required, and we'll take the trail at seven to-morrow." He strode away toward the packers' fire, quite aware that he had not behaved in a very seemly way, but still consumed with indignation against Gladwyne. When he had disappeared, Clarence looked up. "I'm sorry if we have given you unnecessary trouble; but does your guide often adopt that rather hectoring tone?" His languid contempt roused Crestwick. "Lisle's responsible for the safety of all of us," the lad broke out, "and you haven't shown much regard for it in making your loads as light as you could!" Millicent raised her hand. "We'll talk about something else for a few minutes and then break up. It's an early start to-morrow." They dispersed shortly afterward, but Batley sought Lisle before retiring to rest. "I regret that we have added to your anxiety," he began. "Of course, transport is a serious difficulty--I've had some little experience of this kind of thing." "In the field?" Lisle asked bluntly. "I've had a suspicion of it. Then why didn't you remember?" He saw Batley's smile, for they were standing by the packers' fire. "Oh," he added, "you needn't trouble to shield Gladwyne. I formed my opinion of him some time ago--he's a mighty poor specimen." "I'm inclined to agree with you," replied Batley dryly.