Buck Logan returned to the room for something he had forgotten, or at least pretended to have left.
Mara turned at the sound of his footsteps.
“What, in tears!” he exclaimed in surprise. “I thought you were too brave a girl for that.”
“Oh, Mr. Logan, what will they do with him?”
“He is a spy and will have to meet the fate of a spy, I suppose. But I did not know he was your friend, Mara—Miss Morland.”
“I never saw him until to-day, but he was a friend to Harry. He seems like a noble man.”
“Well enough I dare say. But do not let your sympathy rob you of your reason. The boys are starting and I must not delay longer. I hope to see you again soon.”
He had taken one of her hands in his and pressing it to his lips, he hastily left the room.
“Mara, I don’t understand this,” said Colonel Morland, turning to her as the horsemen rode away with the captive scout in their midst.
Not without some confusion did she tell him of the morning’s adventures.