Chapter Eighteen.
The Gulf of Shadows.
“We must fly for our lives, Aimée!” her lover whispered. “Follow me!”
“Bien! I am ready!” she answered, quite cool in that moment of their supreme peril. The terrors of that day had not unnerved her, because of Edmond’s presence.
She thought only of him.
Between where they stood there, half concealed by the low bushes and the dark shadow of the copse before them, was a distance of some ten yards, or so. To escape, they must make a dash across that small open space.
The German sentry repeated his challenge loudly.
Not an instant was now to be lost. It was a matter of life or death.