“How very nice that was of you!  Oh, I trembled so when you first went to face those angry men!  I don’t see how you ever dared to do it.  I did wish that either Mr. Moffat or Mr. McNeil could have been here to go with you.  Mr. Moffat especially is so daring; he is always risking his life for some one else—­and no one seems able to tell me anything about either of them.”  The lady paused, blushing violently, as she realized what she had been saying.  “Really you must not suppose me unmaidenly, Lieutenant,” she explained, her eyes shyly lifting, “but you know those gentlemen were my very earliest acquaintances here, and they have been so kind.  I was so shocked when Naida kissed you, Lieutenant; but the poor girl was so grateful to you for going to the help of Bob Hampton that she completely forgot herself.  It is simply wonderful how infatuated the poor child is with that man.  He seems almost to exercise some power of magic over her, don’t you think?”

“Why frankly, Miss Spencer, I scarcely feel like discussing that topic just now.  There are so many duties pressing me—­” and Brant took a hasty step toward the open door, his attentive ear catching the sound of a light footstep in the hallway.  He met Naida just without, pale and tearless.  Both her hands were extended to him unreservedly.

“Tell me, will he live?”

“The doctor thinks yes.”

“Thank God!  Oh, thank God!” She pressed one hand against her heart to control its throbbing.  “You cannot know what this means to me.”  Her eyes seemed now for the first time to mark his own deplorable condition.  “And you?  You have not been hurt, Lieutenant Brant?”

He smiled back into her anxious eyes.  “Nothing that soap and water and a few days’ retirement will not wholly remedy.  My wounds are entirely upon the surface.  Shall I conduct you to him?”

She bowed, apparently forgetful that one of her hands yet remained imprisoned in his grasp.  “If I may go, yes.  I told Mrs. Herndon I should remain here if I could be of the slightest assistance.”

They passed up the staircase side by side, exchanging no further speech.  Once she glanced furtively at his face, but its very calmness kept the words upon her lips unuttered.  At the door they encountered Mrs. Guffy, her honest eyes red from weeping.

“This is Miss Gillis, Mrs. Guffy,” explained Brant.  “She wishes to see Mr. Hampton if it is possible.”

“Sure an’ she can thet.  He’s been askin’ after her, an’ thet pretty face would kape any man in gud spirits, I ‘m thinkin’.  Step roight in, miss.”

She held the door ajar, but Naida paused, glancing back at her motionless companion, a glint of unshed tears showing for the first time in her eyes.  “Are you not coming also?”

“No, Miss Naida.  It is best for me to remain without, but my heart goes with you.”

Then the door closed between them.