We're on our own." A little silence fell between them.
"When does your battalion march ?" she asked abruptly.
"Perhaps to-morrow.

I don't know." "If you do go then," she said, with again that little touch of shyness, "I suppose I won't see you again." "See you again," exclaimed Barry, his tone indicating that the possibility of such a calamity was unthinkable, "why, of course I shall see you again.

I must see you again--I--I--I just must see you again." "Good night, then," she said in a soft, hurried voice, throwing in her clutch.
Barry stood listening in the dark to the hum of her engine, growing more faint every moment.
"Some girl, eh ?" said a voice.

At his side he saw Harry Hobbs.

Barry turned sharply upon him.
"Now then, Hobbs, some wood and we will get a fire going and look lively! And, Hobbs, I believe there's a fence about fifty yards down there, which you might find useful.