"You two are up early, Helen," she said. "What do you see there at the window?"
"Nothing," replied Helen. She did not tell any one of the parting with Wood. That belonged to her alone.
A coloured woman came with the breakfast, which was served on a little table beside Harley's bed. He propped himself up with a pillow and sat at the table with evident enjoyment. The golden glory of the new sun shone there through the window and fell upon them.
"How quiet the camp is!" said Mrs. Markham after awhile. "Surely the army sleeps late. I don't hear any voices or anything moving."
"No," said Helen.
"No, not a thing!" exclaimed Mrs. Markham.
"Eh?" cried Harley.
His military instinct leaped up. Silence where noise has been is ominous.
"Helen," he said, "go to the window, will you?"
"No. I'll go," said Mrs. Markham, and she ran to the window, where she uttered a cry of surprise.