Love shall resume her dominion,
Striving no more to be free,
When on her world-weary pinion,
Flies back my lost love to me.
"Good, Major, good," exclaimed Tucker heartily, as the applause rang out. "Do sing again, Miss Newton?"
Miss Metoaca answered for Nancy. "Not to-night, Captain Tucker. We have had a trying day and are completely worn out. With your permission we will go to our tent."
"Of course, Miss Newton," exclaimed Tucker, springing to his feet. "You and your niece are at liberty to walk about the camp, provided you do not approach the picket line."
"Thanks," Miss Metoaca's tone was dry. "Coming, Nancy? Good night, gentlemen," and she stalked to her temporary shelter with as much dignity as the uneven ground permitted.
Nancy rose, bade Tucker a courteous good night and, accompanied by Goddard, followed her aunt.
"Good night, Major," she said, and turned to enter the canvas shelter.