“Death,” she said, with tragic earnestness.
“What can one do? The army is all powerful. I must think of myself.”
“Good God, are you such a coward?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “A man must think of his own life. I’ve no fancy to risk mine.”
Her face was a study in contempt. “You mean you will not attempt to save her?”
“I tell you I’m bolting. I don’t suppose her fate will be anything very terrible, and perhaps after all she deserves it. Anyway, I shall not think of opposing the army in the matter.”
She drew her breath quickly and looked at me with almost fierce disdain. “You coward! Oh, you coward,” she cried.
“I suppose it isn’t very brave. But then I never set up for a hero.”
“But if I tell you that I know her death has been decided upon and that if you will help, we can save her?”
“It wouldn’t make any difference to me. You see I’m packed up, and even my train is chosen. I simply can’t stop. Besides, I expect you’ve been misinformed.”