"What has happened?" he asked, bewildered. And then he caught sight of the pistol in her hand.
"What's that for?" he demanded harshly. "Are you afraid to love me? Do you think[pg 343] I'm the kind of lover to stop for a thing like that——"
She said, in a low, distinct voice:
"Don't move! Put up both hands instantly!"
"What!" he snapped out, like the crack of a lash.
"I know who you are. You're a Boche and no Yankee! Turn your back and raise your arms!"
For a moment they looked at each other.
"I think," she said, steadily, "you had better explain your gas cylinders and balloons to the gendarmes at the Poste."
"No," he said, "I'll explain them to you, now!——"
"If you touch your pistol, I fire!——"