“You have courage—you have devotion,” he said gravely. “I believe you regret the step you have taken. If you could undo what you have done, even at peril to yourself, dare you do it?”
“Yes,” she said breathlessly.
“You are known to the enemy. If I am surrounded, you could pass through their lines unquestioned?”
“Yes,” she said eagerly.
“A note from me would pass you again through the pickets of our headquarters. But you would bear a note to the general that no eyes but his must see. It would not implicate you or yours; would only be a word of warning.”
“And you,” she said quickly, “would be saved! They would come to your assistance! You would not then be taken?”
He smiled gently.
“Perhaps—who knows!”
He sat down and wrote hurriedly.
“This,” he said, handing her a slip of paper, “is a pass. You will use it beyond your own lines. This note,” he continued, handing her a sealed envelope, “is for the general. No one else must see it or know of it—not even your lover, should you meet him!”