"Then, how am I to get through?"
"That you will be able to understand better when you are there," said the officer noncommittally.
"Is it open country?" she asked wonderingly. "Shall we be quite exposed?"
"Not at night," he returned grimly. "And it is partly forest covered, that morass. The guns have shattered the forest in places. But most of the huge shells which drop into the swamp never explode."
"Oh!"
"Yes. They are very, very dangerous—those duds. But they will not be our only peril in crossing. Have you a brave heart, Mademoiselle?"
"I am going to help Tom Cameron escape," she said firmly.
He bowed and said nothing more until she again spoke.
"I can see that it may be possible for a man to get through that swamp—or across the lake by boat. But how about me? My dress——"
"I am afraid we shall have to disguise you, Mademoiselle," Major Marchand said with one of his flashing smiles. "But do not take thought of it. All will be arranged."