“How can I help myself?” banteringly.  “You are a man, and armed.  Practically I am your prisoner.”

“Oh, I don’t want you to feel that way toward me.  I have acted as a gentleman, have I not, ever since I understood?”

“You certainly have, and I am not ungrateful.  Then you do not order me to take you; you merely ask if I will?”

“That is all.”

“And that sounds so much better, I think.  I don’t mind your being a Yankee if you continue to act that way.  Shall I drive?”

“If you will; you know the road, and the tricks of the pony.”

She laughed again, gathering up the reins, and reaching down after the whip.  At the first movement the little animal broke into a brisk trot as though he understood his driver.

CHAPTER IV

THE COMING OF DAWN

The road was rough, apparently little travelled, and our lively passage over it not greatly conducive to conversation.  Besides I hardly knew what to say.  The consciousness of total failure in all my plans, and the knowledge that I would be received at headquarters in anything but honor, weighed heavily upon me, yet this depression did not seal my lips half as much as the personality of the young woman at my side.  Pleasant and free as her manner had been, yet I was clearly made to realize there was a distinct limit to any familiarity.  I could not define the feeling, but it had taken possession of me, and I knew the slightest overstepping of the boundaries would result in trouble.  We were neither enemies nor friends; merely acquaintances under a temporary flag of truce.  No doubt, trusting me as an honorable soldier, even though wearing an enemy’s uniform, she was almost glad to have my protection along this lonely road, but, when the time came to part, she would be equally relieved to have me go.  I was nothing to her; if ever remembered again it would be merely to laugh over my discomfiture in mistaking her for another.  It hurt my pride to think this, to thus realize her complete indifference.  She was a young woman, and I a young man, and nothing in my nature made surrender easy.  I desired, at least, to leave behind me some different impression of my own personality.  I was not a fool, nor a failure, and I could not bear to have her conceive me as a mere blundering block-head, a subject for subsequent laughter.  The silence in which she drove stirred me to revolt.  Apparently she felt no overwhelming curiosity as to whom I was, no special desire to exchange further speech.  The flapping of the loosened curtain was annoying, and I leaned over and fastened it down securely into place.  She merely glanced aside to observe what I was doing, without even opening her lips.

“This is a miserably gloomy road,” I ventured desperately.  “I wonder you dared to travel it alone at night.”

“Its very loneliness makes it safe,” was the response, rather indifferently uttered.  “Meeting others was the very thing I was most anxious to avoid.”