"Lord bless me!" said he. "Miss Adams, is there anything I can do?"
She looked at him for a moment and then she answered "Yes," and turned slowly down the street.
"Come," she said. "Mr. Powers, I want to talk to you."
If he had wanted to, Texas could not have disobeyed; the fact of the matter was that Texas was too bewildered to have any wants. The true state of affairs had not dawned upon his unromantic mind.
The two hurried down the road toward Highland Falls, the cadet following meekly. They came almost to "cadet limits," to an old lonely road that turned off to the right. Up that the girl turned, and when she was well out of sight of the main road, turned and faced her companion.
"Now," she said, "I will tell you. Oh, why is it you do not see?"
The look upon her face made Texas fear she was going to burst into tears again, and he shifted about uncomfortably.
"Tell me, Mr. Powers," demanded the girl, with a suddenness that almost took the other's breath away, "Tell me, Mr. Powers, do you think he—he—likes me?"
Texas started; he stared at the girl's anxious face; a sudden light breaking in upon him. And the girl gazed into his deep gray eyes and saw—she knew not what.