The youthful man turned squarely and faced him, the starlightillumining their faces dimly.

"Why?" exclaimed Doret.

"Why?" echoed Gale, with a start. "Well, because I'm careful, Isuppose."

"Why?" insisted the Frenchman.

"I--I--I--What do you mean?"

"Don" lie wit' me, Harold. I'm happen to be watch you underneat' myhat w'en you turn roun' for see if anybody lookin'."

"You saw?"

"Yes."

"I thought you were asleep," exclaimed Gale.

CHAPTER VIII