I did no more for you than I have done scores of times for my Spahis.

Ask them how many I have shot with my own hand!" In another instant she was away like a sirocco; a whirlwind of dust, that rose in the moonlight, marking her flight as she rode full gallop to Algiers.
"A kitten with the tigress in her," thought Cecil, as he seated himself on a broken pile of stone to keep his vigil over the dead Arab.

It was not that he was callous to the generous nature of the little Friend of the Flag, or that he was insensible either to the courage that beat so dauntlessly in her pulses, or to the piquant, picturesque grace that accompanied even her wildest actions; but she had nothing of her sex's charm for him.

He thought of her rather as a young soldier than as a young girl.

She amused him as a wayward, bright, mischievous, audacious boy might have done; but she had no other interest for him.