David drew it out into the light and opened it. There on the top lay the cigars he had placed in the youth’s pocket, and there also every article of wearing apparel he had seen disappear down the laurel-grown path on Frale’s lithe body twelve hours or more ago. He cast the articles out upon the floor and turned them over wonderingly, then shoved them aside and lay down for his quiet siesta. He would learn from Cassandra the meaning of this. He hoped the young man had got off safely, yet the fact of finding his kindly efforts thus thrust back upon him disturbed him. Why had it been done? As he pondered thereon, he saw again the steel-blue flash in the young man’s eyes as he turned away, and resolved to ask no questions, even of Cassandra.