Now, listen, Miss Standish.

I am going to the house.

But first I am going to see you to the main road.
That road's patroled, and it's safe from the gentle Caesars.
I want you to go there and then make your way to the nearest neighbor's.

If there is any mixup, we'll want you as far out of it as possible." As he spoke, he held aside the curtain of vines, for her to step out onto the starlit lawn.

A salvo of barking sounded from the veranda, and Bobby Burns, who had been lying disconsolately on the steps, came bounding across the lawn, in rapture, at scent and step of the man he had chosen as his god.
"Good!" muttered Brice, stooping to pat the frantically delighted collie.