His face, turned partially away from the rising sun, was gray with anxiety, and I noted he shivered in his wet clothes.

Yet his smile and speech seemed jauntily unconcerned as ever.
"Yonder was to have been my last sunrise," he remarked grimly, nodding backward across his shoulder.

"'Tis about the hour now for those in the hands of the Dons to have their backs against the wall." I caught a sound as of a partially suppressed sob behind me, but before I could turn sufficiently to ascertain the cause, the Chevalier sprang past, rocking the little boat furiously, and my ears overheard that which caused me to keep my face set the other way.
"Eloise!" he exclaimed exultantly.

"Are you here, little wife?
Mon Dieu! I dreamed it not; yet should have known you would never leave such duty to the slaves." "I was simply compelled to come," she answered, and I could mark her voice falter.

"Do not be angry with me.