"It is evidently not safe for you to remain here alone." "Very well, father." "Come, Grant, we shall have to ride hard to overtake our men." The captain started reluctantly, scowling at me as he passed.
"I should enjoy having the privilege of being left in charge here," he said, for my benefit.
"No doubt, sir," returned Mortimer coldly.

"But I have already selected Mr.Seldon for that duty." They left the house together, and I watched them ride past the window, followed by a dozen soldiers.

As they disappeared Seldon turned his eyes to my face.

He was rather a pleasant looking young man, but possessed an aggressive chin.
"While I have no orders to that effect, Major," he said quietly, "I would take the responsibility of accepting your parole." "Are you not rather reckless ?" "Oh, I think not," smilingly.

"I would have you give it to Mistress Mortimer--surely under those conditions you would never run away." She stole a swift glance at me, shaking her head.
"That would be too strong an imprisonment," I responded instantly.