The last shreds of romance were gone from his adventure long ago, and yet his obstinacy held firm.

But he found he could not talk much.

He watched Gertie listlessly as she, listless too, began to spread out nondescript garments to make a bed in the corner.

He hardly spoke to her, nor she to him.
He was beginning to feel sleepy, when he heard rather hurried steps, as of one trying to run on tiptoe, coming up the lane, and an instant later in popped the Major.
"Put out that damned light!" he whispered sharply.
The candle end went out with the swiftness of thought.
"What's up ?" Frank roused himself to ask.

There had been a strenuous look about the face seen an instant before that interested him.
There was dead silence.