The maid nearly died of fright and one of the troopers with us was wounded.

To smuggle her back across the frontier was another job but it wasn't my job.

It wouldn't have done for her to appear in sight of French frontier posts in the company of Carlist uniforms.

She seems to have a fearless streak in her nature.

At one time as we were climbing a slope absolutely exposed to artillery fire I asked her on purpose, being provoked by the way she looked about at the scenery, 'A little emotion, eh ?' And she answered me in a low voice: 'Oh, yes! I am moved.