In an instant the shadow of anxiety fled from the face of Dolores, followed by a flash of joy like a sunbeam. She said not a word, but Ashby saw that rush of happiness, and all his own nature responded.
"You must come with me," said he. "That fellow may look out for himself."
"But—but—" said Dolores. She paused.
"What?"
"We—we—are—engaged."
"Pooh!" said Ashby. "That's an old story."
"But—but—"
"Well?" said Ashby, impatiently, as she paused.
"He—he—saved my life once."
"He be hanged!" said Ashby. "I'll save your life fifty times. You mustn't think of that man again. Do you hear, Dolores?"