Think no more of me, Clarence, but only of yourself.

You are in danger." He crushed the letter in his hand.
"Tell me," he said in a fierce whisper, seizing her arm, "and speak low.
When did you leave her ?" "Sho'ly just now!" gasped the frightened woman.
He flung her aside.

There might be still time to overtake and save her before she reached the picket lines.

He ran up the gully, and out on to the slope towards the first guard-post.

But a familiar challenge reached his ear, and his heart stopped beating.
"Who goes there ?" There was a pause, a rattle of arms voices--another pause--and Brant stood breathlessly listening.