"Under what plea did they retain the Corporal?" Maud asked.
"On the ground that they knew he was an English soldier, notwithstanding his plain clothes. Still, they treated him well, and after the treaty was declared, gave him a pass to Little York."
"There would be great rejoicing when his wife met him again."
"Yes; and there was throughout the garrison, for Bond is a genuine soldier."
"One other thing I want to ask. It is about the pretty little Indian maiden you wrote of so charmingly."
"Oh, Little Moon is now a soldier's wife—growing contented and civilized in a little cottage which the two have to themselves."
"How romantic!"
They chatted for a while longer. Then they parted—but her last words were like her first:
"Not to-night—not to-night—you must wait until to-morrow."