“As you like,” he said, without interest.
“I want, also, a pass for Miss Carryl.”
“To pass our lines?”
“To pass out. She will not care to return.”
“Certainly,” he said with amiable curiosity.
He scratched off the order and she took it.
“Ask for anything you desire,” he said, smiling.
“Then may I have this tent to myself for a little while? And would you be kind enough to send for my saddlebags and my own horse.”
The Colonel went to the tent flap, spoke to the trooper on guard. When he came back he said that it was beginning to rain.
“Hard?” she asked, troubled.