“Foller me,” he answered breathlessly.

This they did, but Scoville secured the girl’s hand and carried it to his lips.  The negro led the way beyond the garden to the run, where he had left his horse.  “Lis’n onct mo’,” he said.  “Dat was Perkins I laid out.”

All was still.  “Chunk,” said Scoville, “go back on your tracks a little and see if there are any signs of alarm.”

Obedience was very prompt, for Chunk muttered as he ran, “My heart des bustin’ ’bout Zany.  Got ter lebe her now, sho!  Ter thunk ob her showin’ so much gumption!”

Scoville again took Miss Lou’s hands.  “Oh, hasten, hasten,” she said breathlessly, “you are in great danger here.”

“I can scarcely speak to you,” he replied, “my heart is so full.  You brave, noble little girl!  How have you accomplished this?”

Incoherently she told him and again urged, “Oh, do go at once, for my sake as well as yours, or all may be in vain.  I can’t breathe until I’ve put back my cousin’s uniform.”

Now that the supreme crisis of danger had apparently passed for the moment, she was trembling violently in nervous reaction, and could speak only in little gasps.  Every instant a deeper appreciation of the immense effort she had made in his behalf overwhelmed Scoville, and for a moment he lost all self-control.  Snatching her to his breast he whispered, “Oh, you little hero, you little saint, I wish I could shield you with my life.  I don’t believe you half realize what you have done for me, bravest, truest, sweetest—­”

“Oh, hush,” she pleaded, extricating herself from his arms.  “Go, please go at once, for my sake.”

“Yes, my dear girl, I must go soon, more for your sake than mine.  With this horse and this start, I am safe.  Oh, it’s terribly hard to leave you.”  Then he hooted low to recall Chunk.  “Don’t tremble so.  After all, it’s best to wait a few moments to make sure there is no pursuit.  Thank God, after what you have done for me to-night you will never forget me, you will always care for me.  Again I see as never before how true it is that a woman cares most for him whom most she has tried to help.  You have risked much for me; I give all to you.  Only death can keep me from seeking you and living for you always.  Remember, I ask nothing which your own heart does not prompt, but you cannot help my giving undying loyalty.  See, I just kneel to you in homage and gratitude.  There never was such a gem of a girl.”

Chunk now appealed, recalled from a more affectionate parting than Zany had ever vouchsafed before, and he began to unhitch the horse.

“Chunk must go back with you,” Scoville began.

“Oh, no,” she whispered, “I cannot breathe till you both are well away.  Chunk would be killed instantly—­”

“No matter; he has become a soldier like myself and must take all risks.  I will not leave this spot—­I will go with you myself, rather than leave you here.”