ACROSS THE RIVER
She came toward me swiftly, slipping through the night like a shadow, instantly recognizing my voice.
"You--you are not hurt, Lieutenant Galesworth?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"No; merely bruised, and shaken up--the horse did that."
"Oh; was it you who had that struggle with the horse? I--I thought he would surely kill the man."
"The poor fellow was frightened," and I stroked his neck softly, "and certainly gave me a hard tussle. But that's all over now. I want to explain what has happened before I leave."
"Yes."
"I owe you that, do I not, wearing your colors?"
I could not perceive the expression of her face, but the tone of her voice was not altogether encouraging.
"They were but expressive of my best wishes; of course I wished you to succeed."