“We are glad to have been of assistance to you,” he said, “and welcome you to supper, Miss——”
He paused.
“Beulow,” said the girl; “Alice Beulow.”
“Miss Beulow,” repeated Lord Hastings, “won’t you be seated?”
After an introduction all around, the girl took the seat indicated, between Frank and Second Lieutenant Taylor.
Frank gave her one swift glance as she sat down. Apparently about seventeen years of age, her face was unmistakably Teutonic, but she spoke English clearly and without an accent. She was tall and slender, and, Frank noted, very pretty.
“You have Mr. Chadwick to thank for our timely arrival,” Lord Hastings told her. “But for his keen eyes we should probably have passed without seeing you.”
The girl smiled brightly at Frank, and he blushed.
“I know I can never repay you,” she said, “and thanks are unnecessary for such a deed. I hope some day to show my appreciation, as will my father, when he learns how his daughter’s life has been saved.”
“I am sure I am glad to have been of service to you, Miss Beulow,” replied Frank. “But now won’t you tell us how you came to be in such a serious predicament?”