She was afraid that at any moment she might see that face again in the throng of faces.

Her heart sickened with dread at the thought, and even though she should not see him, at every step she looked upon twenty of his like--kinsmen, perhaps, brothers in blood and race.

She shrank from them in repulsion and she shrank from them in fear.
Every nerve of her body seemed to cry out against the folly of this ride.
What were they two and the two levies behind them against the throng?
Four at the most against thousands at the least.
She touched Ralston timidly on the arm.
"Might we go home now ?" she asked in a voice which trembled; and he looked suddenly and anxiously into her face.
"Certainly," he said, and he wheeled his horse round, keeping close to her as she wheeled hers.
"It is all right," he said, and his voice took on an unusual friendliness.

"We have not far to go.

It was brave of you to have come, and I am very grateful.