“Does any one know you are here?”
“I hope not! I mean, no one—except you, Boone,” replied Frances softly.
The conscientious Boone made a last effort to maintain a judicial attitude.
“Do you know you have committed a serious military offence?” he demanded fiercely. “Trying to get past sentries, and traffic police! Did you know that no women are allowed anywhere in the battle zone?”
“Yes,” said Miss Lane demurely. “That was why we came—to break a record!”
“And do you know that all this valley is liable to be searched with gas, and you have no gas-mask?”
“I didn’t know that,” confessed the delinquent, “but I might have guessed it, I suppose. But I was dead tired of that old hospital, Boone, and I was just crazy to see the fighting!”
“Crazy? That’s just the word. You crazy, crazy child!” said Boone affectionately. “Didn’t you know the chances you were taking?”
“Yes,” said Frances Lane. “But”—her eyes were raised to his for one devastating moment—“I knew I was safe the moment I saw you, Boone!”