They had walked round the orchard, and reached the arch again, but
Alice stopped.
"So it seems," she said in a quiet voice that nevertheless gave a Foster a thrill. "The charm of rashness is a favorite subject of yours."
"It's better that your friends should understand you," Foster replied modestly.
"One must admit that you live up to the character you give yourself. First you plunged into difficulties to keep a promise you should not have made, then you undertook to baffle a dangerous man because your partner needed help, and now I think you are going to face a very serious risk."
Foster, who felt embarrassed, said nothing, and Alice gave him her hand.
"I am glad you have been frank with me, and if my wish can bring you good fortune, it will be yours. You will do your best, I know; but be careful and come back safe!"
Foster had kissed her hand on another occasion, but durst not do so now. He was conscious of a keen emotional stirring and thought the girl felt some strain. There was a hint of suppressed feeling in her voice that sapped his self-control, and he thought it was because she trusted and liked him her manner had a certain touch of pride.
"After all, I don't think I run much risk," he answered. "But if there was a risk, it would be well worth while."
It was nearly dark, but he thought he saw some color in her face.
"Good luck! But wait in the road for a minute or two," she said and turned away.