They went a little way in silence, and then Rose Chantry said gravely:
"Captain Terrington, do you really think we shall beat them?"
He put a hand on the saddle behind her.
"Are you afraid, child?" he asked.
She nodded pensively.
"I can't help it," she broke out with a sort of petulance; "I do so love being alive: and I've had so little of it; only just the last few years."
He looked up into her face, with its gay air of beauty softened and sobered by the thought of death.
"Yes," he said, "I understand."
She searched his expression doubtfully.
"Only for me?" she questioned.