"
"It is a sin and a shame and I am a selfish little coward," Carol
condemned herself, but just the same she was glad to avail herself of
the privilege.
A little later the white colony on the mesa was in darkness. But Carol
could not sleep. The blankets over her head lent a semblance of
protection, but most distracting visions came to her wide and burning
eyes.
"Are you asleep, David?" she would call at frequent intervals, and
David's "Yes, sound asleep," gave her momentary comfort.
But finally he was awakened from a light sleep by a soft pressure
against his foot. Even David started nervously, and "Ghosts" flashed
into his logical and well-ordered brain. But no, it was only the soft
and shivering form of his wife, curling herself noiselessly into a ball
on the foot of his cot. David watched her, shaking with silent
laughter. Surreptitiously she slipped an arm beneath his feet, and
circled them in a deadly grip. If the ghosts got her, they would get
David's feet, and in her girlish mind ran a half acknowledged belief
that the Lord wouldn't let the ghosts get as good a man as David.
Wretchedly uncomfortable as to position, but blissfully assured in her
mind, she fell into a doze, from which she was brought violently by a
low whisper in the room:
"Mrs.
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