Enough of lantern light from the other shed fell on her face for me to see her smooth, cool cheeks all dewy with the rain, as I had seen them once before in the gloom of the coming storm.
She turned her head, glancing back at the other shed where men and horses stood in grotesque shadow shapes under the windy lantern light; then she looked cautiously around the shed where we stood.
"Come nearer," she motioned.
And once again, as before, my nearness to her seemed for a moment to meddle with my heart and check it; then, as though to gain the beats they lost, every little pulse began to hurry faster.
She said in a low voice: "The Sagamore is now closeted with Major Lockwood.

I left him at the porch and came out here to warn you.

Best go to him now, sir.

And I will bid you a--good night." "Has he business also with Major Lockwood ?" "He has indeed.

You will learn presently that the Sagamore came by North Castle, and that the roads south of the church are full of riders--hundreds of them--in jack-boots and helmets." "Were their jackets red ?" "He could not tell.