Often, in guiding Anita's horse along the rocky road, Broussard's hand touched Anita's.

Sometimes he dismounted to lead her horse; always he was close to her, and when they spoke it was in whispers.

The rest of the party, including even Colonel Fortescue, in sheer good nature left them to themselves and their happiness.
Soon the party reached the broad, white plain from which a great crown of lights from the fort shone brilliantly in the dusk of the evening.
Half way across the plain they met Beverley Fortescue, riding in search of them.

He glanced at Anita, who blushed deeply, and at Broussard, who smiled openly, and the two young officers exchanged signals, which meant that the Colonel had been outgeneralled, out-footed and "stood on his head," as Beverley undutifully expressed it at the officers' club an hour later.
"How did you manage the C.O. ?" asked Beverley of Broussard, as they exchanged confidences in the smoking-room.
"I sang to him, like David did to Saul, and got the evil spirit out of him.

You ought to have seen him, sitting before the fire, grinding his teeth with the pain of his ankle, and listening to 'Love's Old Sweet Song.' I gave him a genteel suffering of sentimental songs, I can tell you, and never cracked a smile, and no more did the old man"-- this being the unofficial title of all commanding officers.
"Do you think it would work on Major Harlow ?" anxiously inquired Beverley, "because this afternoon Sally and I----" Here the conference was reduced to whispers, as plans were made to conquer Major Harlow.