Again I rode close and spoke so that no one beside her could hear.

“Go home, I pray you, if you love me,” I said.

But she looked at me with a proud defiance, and such a spirit of a man that I marvelled at her.

“’Tis no time to talk of love, sir,” said she.  “When a people strike for liberty, they stop not for honey nor kisses.”

Then she cried again, “Remember Nathaniel Bacon!” And again that wild shout echoed her silver voice.

But then I spoke again, catching her bridle rein as I rode.

“Then go, if not because you love me, because I love thee,” I said close to her ear with her golden hair blowing athwart my face.

“I obey not the man who loves me, but the man who weds me, and that you will not do, because you hold your pride dearer than love,” said she.

“Nay, because I hold thee dearer than my love,” said I.

“’Tis a false principle you act upon, and love is before all else, even that which may harm it, and thou knowest not the heart of a woman if thou dost love one, sir,” said she.  Then she gave a quick glance at my face, so close to hers in the midst of that hurrying throng, and her blue eyes gleamed into mine, and she said, with a bright blush over her cheeks and forehead and neck, but proudly as if she defied even her maiden shame in the cause of love, “But thou shalt yet know one, Harry.”

Then, as if she had said too much, she pulled her bridle loose from my detaining hand with a quick jerk, and touched her horse, and we were on that hard gallop to Locust Creek.

Locust Creek was not a large plantation, but the fields of tobacco were well set, and it was some task to cut them.  Captain Jaynes essayed to form the cutters into ranks, but with no avail, though he galloped back and forth, shouting like a madman.  Every man set to work for himself, and it was again bedlam broke loose as at the other plantation.  Then indeed for the first time I saw Mary Cavendish shrink a little, as if she were somewhat intimidated by the fire which she had lighted, and she resisted not, when Sir Humphrey, and her Cousin Ralph and I, urged her into the house.  And as she entered, there was Catherine, having been brought thither by that stranger who had disappeared.  And we shut the door upon both women, and then felt freer in our minds.  Capt.  Noel Jaynes swore ’twas a jade fit to lead an army, then inquired what in hell brought her thither, and why women were to the front in all our Virginian wars, whether they wore white aprons or not?

As he spoke Ralph Drake shouted out with a great laugh, that maybe ’twas for the purpose of carrying the men, and pointed, and there was one of the black wenches bringing Nick Barry, who else had fallen, upon her back to the field.  Then she set him down in the tobacco and gave him a knife, and he went to cutting, having just enough wit to do that for which his mind had been headed, and naught else.