“Dick,” she said in a tone low, but not too low to express surprise, “why haven’t you returned to the army?”
“Because I can’t, Kate,” I said. “My flag of truce is forgotten, and the bullets are flying too fast through the dark for me to make a dash for it.”
“There should be a way.”
“Maybe, but I haven’t found it.”
“Albert ought to help you.”
“There are many things Albert ought to do which he doesn’t do,” I said.
“Don’t think too badly of him.”
“I think I’ll try to escape through the far side of the camp,” I said, nodding my head in the way I meant to go.
“We owe you much, Dick, for what you have done for us,” she said, “and we wish you safety on that account, and more so on your own account.”