"If you called yourself John Smith I should do exactly the same thing. It makes not the slightest difference to me who or what you are."
"You are explicit!" he laughed. "I don"t hesitate to tell you that I value your life much higher than you do."
"That is quite unnecessary. It may amuse you to know that, as I am a person of little curiosity, I am not the least concerned in the solution of--of--what might be called the Armitage riddle."
"Oh; I"m a riddle, am I?"
"Not to me, I a.s.sure you! You are only the object of some one"s enmity, and there"s something about murder that is--that isn"t exactly nice! It"s positively unesthetic."
She had begun seriously, but laughed at the absurdity of her last words.
"You are amazingly impersonal. You would save a man"s life without caring in the least what manner of man he may be."
"You put it rather flatly, but that"s about the truth of the matter. Do you know, I am almost afraid--"
"Not of me, I hope--"
"Certainly not. But it has occurred to me that you may have the conceit of your own mystery, that you may take rather too much pleasure in mystifying people as to your ident.i.ty."
"That is unkind,--that is unkind," and he spoke without resentment, but softly, with a falling cadence.
He suddenly threw down the hat he had held in his hand, and extended his arms toward her.
"You are not unkind or unjust. You have a right to know who I am and what I am doing here. It seems an impertinence to thrust my affairs upon you; but if you will listen I should like to tell you--it will take but a moment--why and what--"
"Please do not! As I told you, I have no curiosity in the matter. I can"t allow you to tell me; I really don"t want to know!"
"I am willing that every one should know--to-morrow--or the day after--not later."
She lifted her head, as though with the earnestness of some new thought.
"The day after may be too late. Whatever it is that you have done--"
"I have done nothing to be ashamed of,--I swear I have not!"
"Whatever it is,--and I don"t care what it is,"--she said deliberately, "--it is something quite serious, Mr. Armitage. My brother--"
She hesitated for a moment, then spoke rapidly.
"My brother has been detailed to help in the search for you. He is at Storm Springs now."
"But _he_ doesn"t understand--"
"My brother is a soldier and it is not necessary for him to understand."
"And you have done this--you have come to warn me--"
"It does look pretty bad," she said, changing her tone and laughing a little. "But my brother and I--we always had very different ideas about you, Mr. Armitage. We hold briefs for different sides of the case."
"Oh, I"m a case, am I?" and he caught gladly at the suggestion of lightness in her tone. "But I"d really like to know what he has to do with my affairs."
"Then you will have to ask him."
"To be sure. But the government can hardly have a.s.signed Captain Claiborne to special duty at Monsieur Chauvenet"s request. I swear to you that I"m as much in the dark as you are."
"I"m quite sure an officer of the line would not be taken from his duties and sent into the country on any frivolous errand. But perhaps an Amba.s.sador from a great power made the request,--perhaps, for example, it was Baron von Marhof."
"Good Lord!"
Armitage laughed aloud.
"I beg your pardon! I really beg your pardon! But is the Amba.s.sador looking for me?"
"I don"t know, Mr. Armitage. You forget that I"m only a traitor and not a spy."
"You are the n.o.blest woman in the world," he said boldly, and his heart leaped in him and he spoke on with a fierce haste. "You have made sacrifices for me that no woman ever made before for a man--for a man she did not know! And my life--whatever it is worth, every hour and second of it, I lay down before you, and it is yours to keep or throw away. I followed you half-way round the world and I shall follow you again and as long as I live. And to-morrow--or the day after--I shall justify these great kindnesses--this generous confidence; but to-night I have a work to do!"
As they stood on the verge of the defile, by the bridge that swung out from the cliff like a fairy structure, they heard far and faint the whistle and low rumble of the night train south-bound from Washington; and to both of them the sound urged the very real and practical world from which for a little time they had stolen away.
"I must go back," said Shirley, and turned to the bridge and put her hand on its slight iron frame; but he seized her wrists and held them tight.
"You have risked much for me, but you shall not risk your life again, in my cause. You can not venture cross that bridge again."
She yielded without further parley and he dropped her wrists at once.
"Please say no more. You must not make me sorry I came. I must go,--I should have gone back instantly."
"But not across that spider"s web. You must go by the long road. I will give you a horse and ride with you into the valley."
"It is much nearer by the bridge,--and I have my horse over there."
"We shall get the horse without trouble," he said, and she walked beside him through the starlighted wood. As they crossed the open tract she said:
"This is the Port of Missing Men."
"Yes, here the lost legion made its last stand. There lie the graves of some of them. It"s a pretty story; I hope some day to know more of it from some such authority as yourself."
"I used to ride here on my pony when I was a little girl, and dream about the gray soldiers who would not surrender. It was as beautiful as an old ballad. I"ll wait here. Fetch the horse," she said, "and hurry, please."
"If there are explanations to make," he began, looking at her gravely.
"I am not a person who makes explanations, Mr. Armitage. You may meet me at the gate."
As he ran toward the house he met Oscar, who had become alarmed at his absence and was setting forth in search of him.
"Come; saddle both the horses, Oscar," Armitage commanded.
They went together to the barn and quickly brought out the horses.