away, to look at him when his back was turned.

All this had its effect on Dale. He noted the restraint, he felt the
atmosphere of strangeness. But he blamed it all on the queer
premonition that had taken possession of his senses. It was not Okar
that looked strange, nor the men, it was himself.

He went to the bank building and entered the rear door, clumping
heavily up the stairs, for he felt a heavy depression. When he opened
the door at the top of the stairs night had come. A kerosene lamp on a
table in the room blinded him for an instant, and he stood, blinking at
it.

When his eyes grew accustomed to the glare he saw Peggy Nyland sitting
up in bed, looking at him.

She did not say anything, but continued to look at him. There was
wonder in her eyes, and Dale saw it. It was wonder over Dale's
visit--over his coming to Okar. Ben must have missed him, for Dale was
alive! Dale could not have heard what had happened.

"You're better, eh?" said Dale.

She merely nodded her reply, and watched Dale as he crossed the room.

Reaching a door that led into another room, Dale turned.

"Where's Maison?"

Peggy pointed at the door on whose threshold Dale stood.