"As many as the bag will hold."
"Foolish child, you never can carry all those."
"Oh, but I can—you don't know how strong I am! I'm going to tie it around my waist, you know."
"Happy bag," said Ronald, as he took it from her. "I'll get them for you," he continued, seriously.
"One thing more," she said, with lowered voice. "If—if—well, the Indians will never get me. And they shall not have Queen. Where shall I shoot?"
"Fire at the exact centre of the line between Queen's eyes."
In spite of herself the girl shuddered. "And—and—?" she asked, looking up into his face.
"The right temple," answered Ronald, huskily. "Heart's Desire, you are a mate for a king!"
Forsyth passed them on his way to the entrance of the Fort, and Beatrice put out a restraining hand. "Where are you going, Cousin Rob?"
"Home—to open school."