“Why, Lee Hendon, of course!” came the happy answer.
CHAPTER XXVII
A RACE AGAINST DEATH
It was inevitable that sooner or later April and Dorothea should understand each other and be free to express the warm feeling each had in her heart for the other. And here was the incident that was to break down all barriers of misunderstanding. April realized that Dorothea, with a quick sympathy, had hurried to her with the news that would be more welcome than any other. For an instant they looked deep into each other’s eyes and then April took her cousin in her arms and hugged her close.
“And so it was poor Lee you saw at the window that night,” April said an hour or so later. “I didn’t know he was there.”
“And I thought you had gone out to meet him,” Dorothea explained.
“Oh, no,” exclaimed April with a blush. “If I’d known he was there I shouldn’t have gone. I was such a stubborn, stupid girl. No, I didn’t go to meet him, but, you know, Dee, it was an anniversary, that night, the anniversary of the day Lee asked me to marry him. I didn’t forget that, you know, and—and—well, I couldn’t stand it any more. I had to get away by myself for a minute or two and I didn’t want any one to know. And Lee remembered too. I wish I could see him and ask him to forgive me.”
And then for the first time Dorothea recollected that Lee Hendon might be in peril of his life at that moment. In the excitement of discovering the real truth about him she had forgotten what Tracy had told her, and her heart held a sudden pang of anxiety.
“April,” she said, gently, “I think I ought to tell you that Mr. Hendon may be a prisoner.”
“With the Yankees?” April demanded with a sudden whitening of her face.