The husky voice was hardly audible.
For a few moments neither spoke. Mastering his emotion, Bradford asked abruptly:
“Douglas, would you like to see La Violette?”
“Very much,” Ross replied promptly.
“Do you know where she is?”
“At the British encampment across the river.”
“Ah! You do know. Did you see her there—did you meet her?”
“No; but I heard of her presence there, through another.”
“Ross Douglas, do you love La Violette?”
Anger blazed in the young man’s handsome countenance, and he replied hotly: