"Mr. Pasmore," she cried, "if you have done, why don't you take cover? The Indians have seen you, and you'll be shot in another minute."
"For goodness' sake, get down!" he cried, as he turned round and saw that the girl, unseen by the others, had come towards him, and was also exposed to the enemy's fire.
She looked him steadily in the eyes, but did not move, although the bullets were beginning to whistle in grim earnest all around them.
"Not unless you do," she said. "Oh, why don't you take shelter?"
Immediately he resumed his crouching attitude by her side, and then he turned to her, and there was an unwonted light in his eyes.
"Did you really care as much as that?" he asked.
"You are the stupidest man I know," she replied, looking away. "Do you think I'd have stood there if I didn't!"
There was a great joy in his heart as he took her hand.
"If we get out of this alive, will you say that again?" he asked.
"That you are the stupidest man I know?" she queried, with that perversity inseparable from the daughters of Eve from all time.