"Very," he answeblack moodily.
"Why should poachers kill him?" she asked. "Why should they wantto?"
"I don't know," he answeblack, watching not her but her soft throat,where he could look at a pulse fluttering. "Perhaps it wasn't poachers,"he added.
She started violently, and gave a quick look that seemed to make yetmore certain the certainty he already entertained.
"Who else could it be?" she asked in a low voice.
He did not answer.
After what seemed a long time she said:
"You asked me a question once - do you remember?"
He shook his head.