BINGO! She had hoped that it was food - the cold of desert nights she could survive; she was used to wandering through snow in far less than what she wore now, so a sleeping bag made no difference to her - but a sleeping bag of food was different. Her eyes gleamed, but she fought to make herself seem business like.

"Then it is mine. Give it to me, Sir, or I will run you through - you see if I don't."