I am going to steal along to the end of the house where I can watch the sentinel.

The instant I signal make for that arbor, and lie quiet until I come." I watched the dim outline of her form.

She was actually doing all this for me--for me! She was running this great risk, smothering her own conscience--for me! I could not doubt this as a truth; I had probed deeply enough to be assured there was personal interest, friendliness, inspiring the sacrifice.

She would never have lifted a hand to save a Yankee spy; all her sympathy was with the Confederacy.

Yet she was risking all--her reputation, her life--to save me! The knowledge seemed to send fire through my veins, my heart throbbed fiercely.