"So you take the northern trail?" he said, with a seriousness which gave his blue-black eyes an expression of almost painful pathos. Those eyes were traitors; however discreet the rest of his face might be, they revealed his feelings; they were altogether too pathetic to be in the head of a man and an officer.
"But you will overtake us," Clara replied, out of a charming faith that with men all things are possible.
"Yes," he said, almost fiercely.
"Besides, Coronado knows," she added, still trusting in the male being. "He says this is the surest road."
Thurstane did not believe it, but he did not want to alarm her when alarm was useless, and he made no comment.
"I have a great mind to resign," he presently broke out.
Clara colored; she did not fully understand him, but she guessed that all this emotion was somehow on her account; and a surprised, warm Spanish heart beat at once its alarm.
"It would be of no use," he immediately added. "I couldn't get away until my resignation had been accepted. I must bear this as well as I can."
The young lady began to like him better than ever before, and yet she began to draw gently away from him, frightened by a consciousness of her liking.
"I beg your pardon, Miss Van Diemen," said Thurstane, in an inexplicable confusion.