"I commandeered him," Sigrid Fersen answered.
"I left him with Miss Boucicault."
"And Colonel Boucicault threatened to knock his brains out, so I commandeered him."
Tristram glanced down at her wonderingly.
"You bearded the Colonel? That was plucky of you. Anne must have been frightened, poor little soul."
A faint, malicious smile quivered at the corner of Sigrid's lips.
"A little, I think. But she had no time to interfere. I was nearest to the scene of action."
"I am awfully grateful. Wickie and I are old pals."
"I know. If I deserve reward, let him stay with me. What will you do with small dogs out there?"
"I don't know—would he stay with you?"