The frolicking wind had torn several strands from beneath the cap, and despite the efforts of her gloved fingers, they whipped and fluttered in tantalizing confusion.

In the dimming afternoon the Americans could see that she was exquisitely beautiful.

They could see the big dark eyes, almost timid in the hiding places beyond the heavy fringing lashes.

Her dark hair threw the rich face into clear relief,--fresh, bright, eager.

The men were not close enough to observe with minuteness its features, but its brilliancy was sufficient to excite even marvelling admiration.