She continued to watch for him, and presently she saw him take up his station under a tree near the gate as if watching or waiting for someone.
"It must be a burglar," she said to herself. "He is waiting for his accomplice to come that they may rob the house. Shall I wake Mrs. Bowers and tell her?"
She mused a moment, still watching the dark, mysterious form lurking under the shadow of the trees near the gate.
"No, I will not tell her," she concluded. "What does it matter to me? I care not what they do. Perhaps they may enter this room, and by some means I may effect my escape."
Her heart began to beat at the thought, and the light of hope came into her beautiful eyes, brightening her whole face.
She continued to watch the mysterious figure, expecting every minute to see his accomplice appear on the scene; but the hours passed slowly by and the man still remained at his post alone.
At the first peep of dawn he went away, leaving Queenie perplexed and doubtful.
"Who can it be?" she asked herself. "It seems quite evident that he is not here for the purpose of robbery. What, then, is he after? Can it be some friend of mine?"
The thought overpowered her with joy.
"Oh, why did I not raise the window and give him some signal?" she thought.