“You cannot—you must not go!” she cried, excitedly. “You will fare no worse by staying here.”
“But captivity means death,” he declared, quickly; “and I prefer to die as becomes a soldier. I thank you, but——”
“Surely they will not kill you.”
“I shall be shot as a spy!”
“Not if I can save you. What can I do? Oh, I have it; I will secrete you where they cannot find you. Follow me.”
“It will imperil your own life. I can not do it.”
“No—no! Come, quick! See! they are almost here,” and she caught him excitedly by the arm.
Forgetting his wounds he followed her up the stairs.
Reaching the hall she led the way into one of the adjoining apartments.
“Where can you hide?” she said. “In that trunk. Will that do?”