At the first streak of dawn he was standing beside his horse ready for the dash back to his headquarters and the work of the day.
The shadow had fallen across the woman's heart again. He saw and understood. He put his hand under her chin and lifted it.
"No more tears now, my sweetheart."
"I'll try."
"We may be here for weeks."
"There'll be another fight soon?"
"I think not."
"For a month?"
"Not for a long time."
"Thank God!"