The scout’s start of surprise caused her to stop on the threshold. She seemed to listen a moment; then, as he lifted his head to get a better look, she turned and fled. Instantly he leaped from the bed and ran to the door; but she had vanished, and with step so light that he could not hear her going.
Leaving the door open, the scout hurried into his clothing, and then went hastily to Latimer’s room.
“Latimer!” he called, tapping softly.
“Yes!” came the answer. Latimer’s feet were heard as they struck the floor. A moment later the door opened cautiously, and in the moonlight Latimer’s gray beard appeared.
“Ah, Cody, you startled me! Is there anything wrong?”
“Tell me, Latimer, is there a young lady in this house?”
“A young lady?” Latimer gasped.
“Yes.”
“Why, certainly not, Cody.”
“There is no woman in this house?”