audacity of his conduct towards herself that morning, had already
sufficiently shamed her. She refused, however, to discuss such a
question with Bostwick.

"Glen isn't here," she answered coldly. "I trust you will soon be
enabled to find him--then--we can go."

"Not here?" repeated Bostwick. "Where is he, then?"

"Somewhere out in another camp--or mining place--or something. Now
please go and dress. We can talk it over later."

"This is abominable of Glen," said Bostwick. "Is McCoppet in town?"

She looked her surprise. "McCoppet?"

"You don't know him, of course," he hastened to say. "I shall try to
find him at once." He turned to go, beheld her luggage, and added: "Is
there anyone to take up your things?"

She could not bear to have him enter her apartment in this awful prison
costume.

"Oh, yes," she answered. "You needn't be bothered with the bags."

"Very well. I shall soon return." He departed at once, his impatience
suddenly increased by the thought of seeking out McCoppet.

Beth watched him going. A sickening sense of revulsion invaded all her
nature. And when her thoughts, like lawless rebels, stole guiltily to