“I agree to it, then, Dick. But dread steel if you betray me!”
Dick answered the threat with a light laugh; at the same time imprinting a Judas kiss on the lips that had pronounced it!
Chapter Seven.
A Dutiful Daughter.
“An officer just returned from Mexico—a captain, or something of the sort, in one of the regiments raised for the war. Of course, a nobody!”
It was the storekeeper’s relict who spoke.
“Did you hear his name, mamma?” murmured Julia.
“Certainly, my dear. The clerk pointed it out on the hotel register—Maynard.”