He recalled himself with an effort.
"I thank you for your would-be warning," he said more gently, if not so tenderly, "and God knows I wish your flight had been successful.

But even your warning is unnecessary, for the supports had already come up; they had followed the second signal, and diverged to engage our division on the left, leaving me alone.

And their ruse of drawing our commander to assist me would not have been successful, as I had suspected it, and sent a message to him that I wanted no help." It was the truth; it was the sole purport of the note he had sent through Miss Faulkner.

He would not have disclosed his sacrifice; but so great was the strange domination of this woman still over him, that he felt compelled to assert his superiority.

She fixed her eyes upon him.
"And Miss Faulkner took your message ?" she said slowly.