But she did not turn back to her room.

She let the curtains fall behind her and leaned her forehead against the glass.

There was a moon to-night, and the quiet garden stretched in front of her a place of black shadows and white light.

Whether a thief lurked in those shadows and watched from them she did not now consider.

The rattle of a rifle from a sentry near at hand gave her confidence; and all her trouble lay in the house behind her.
She opened her window and stepped out.