Facing them stood Dorothea, her eyes wide with apprehension and surprise; but both Tracy and April were staring at the back of a man in the hated Yankee uniform, and for an instant there was a complete silence. Then Tracy, leveling his pistol at the man’s back, spoke sternly.
“Throw up your hands! You are my prisoner, and if you move I’ll shoot you without mercy.”
Dorothea, aghast, turned her eyes upon the man before her, and he, startled out of all reason, did not see that she was as much amazed at this development as he.
“So, you have betrayed me,” he whispered.
April, with a half smile of triumph on her lips, looked scornfully at her silent cousin.
“We are sorry to disturb you, Dorothea,” she said, “but we shall have to deprive you of your spy.”
At her words the man whirled and she confronted Lee Hendon, his face pale and drawn with the anguish of this unexpected meeting.
At sight of him April’s eyes grew round, and for a moment there was no sound as the two gazed at each other.
“Lee! It is Lee!” April murmured, scarcely knowing what she said, then on a sudden she took a step forward and threw herself between the two men.
“Run!” she cried, “Run!” and grasped Val Tracy by the arm that held the pistol.