"I know I look like a scarecrow," she laughed; "but you might have spared telling me!"
"You!" cried Stewart. "A scarecrow! Oh, no; you would attract the birds. They would find you adorable!"
His eyes added that not alone to the birds was she adorable.
She cast one glance at him—a luminous glance, shy yet glad; abashed yet rejoicing. Then she turned away.
"There is a village over yonder," she said. "We can get something to eat there, and find out where we are. Listen! What is that?"
Away to the south a dull rumbling shook the horizon—a mighty shock as of an earthquake.
"The Germans have got their siege-guns into position," he said. "They are attacking Liège again."
Yes, there could be no doubt of it; murder and desolation were stalking across the country to the south. But nothing could be more peaceful than the fields which stretched before them.
"There is no danger here," said Stewart, and led the way down across the rough pasture to the road.
As he mounted the wall, moved by some strange uneasiness, he stopped to look back toward the east; but the road stretched white and empty until it plunged into a strip of woodland a mile away.