I waited a minute, watching her.
"You're very foolish," she said icily, and went at her sketching again.
I waited another minute; during that time she succeeded in making the pass look weird indeed, and a fearsome place to enter.

I got reckless.
"You've spoiled that sketch," I said, stooping and taking it gently from her.

"Give it to me, and it shall be a flag of truce with which I shall win my way through unscathed." She started to her feet then, and her anger was worth facing for the glow it brought to eyes and cheeks, and the tremble that came to her lips.
"Mr.Carleton, you are perfectly detestable!" she cried.
"Miss King, you are perfectly adorable!" I returned, folding the sketch very carefully, so that it would slip easily into my pocket.

"With so authentic a map of the enemy's stronghold, what need I fear?
I go--but, on my honor, I shall shortly return." She stood with her fingers clasped tightly in front of her, and watched me lead Shylock down that butte--on the side toward the pass, if you are still in doubt of my intentions.

When I say she watched me, I am making a guess; but I felt that she was, and it would be hard to disabuse my mind of that belief.