I need you." Her hands fell nerveless and her questioning eyes sought my face.

They were tearless, unabashed.
"You are right, Lieutenant Knox," she said frankly.

"I owe my loyalty now to you.

I shall not yield again to despair; you may trust me--my friend." The day was not yet ended when we finally retraced our way across the narrow dyke to the mainland, prepared to resume our journey.

The passage was slow and dangerous, and we made it on foot, leading the horses.