He is rightly indignant, calls you a traitor, and swears that he will never speak to you again.

But he doesn't want you hanged, Andre." "Then we are agreed on that at least, for I don't want it myself." "I'll make your peace with him.

And now--good-bye, Andre.

Send me a word when you are safe." She held out a hand that looked ghostly in the faint light.

He took it and bore it to his lips.
"God bless you, Aline." She was gone, and he stood listening to the receding clopper-clop of hooves until it grew faint in the distance.