Ask yourself what I fear here under the stars with you." "You fear _me_ ?"--managing to laugh.
"No; I dread your ally--my unknown self--in arms eternally to fight for you," she answered with forced gaiety.

"Shall we kill her to-night?
She deserves no consideration at our hands." "Dear--" "Hush! That is not the countersign on the firing line.

Besides it is treachery, because to say that word is aiding, abetting, and giving information and comfort to our enemies.

Our enemies, remember, are our other and stealthy selves." Her voice broke unsteadily.

"I am trying so hard," she breathed, "but I cannot think clearly unless you help me.
There is mutiny threatening somewhere." "I have tried, too," he said.
"I know you have.