"Get out of this town to-night—or I'll wring your neck, you damned spy!"
"Leave this room, Dick Welford!" Jennie repeated.
The Captain turned and left without even a glance over his broad shoulders.
"I couldn't strike him in your presence, dear," Socola apologized.
"You behaved splendidly. I'm proud of your perfect poise and mastery of yourself. Our Southern men splutter easily."
Socola took her hand and pressed it.
"You don't believe this?"
"I'd sooner doubt my own heart—I'd sooner doubt God—"
"I'll prove to you that I'm worthy of your love," he murmured gently.
He knelt that night and tried to ask God to show him the way. His heart was rising in fierce rebellion at the deception into which he had entrapped himself. And yet never had his country's need been so bitter and the service he was rendering so priceless. He rose at last with face stern and pale. He would fight to the end.