lost you, lost myself, and sunk down to the depths of despair, and at the end rang the one weak cry of a woman's heart for her lover! Your frown can darken the brightest sky. For your sake I can give up all save the sense of right. I'll walk by your side in life—lead you gently and tenderly along the way of my dreams if I can, but if you go your way, it shall be mine; and I shall still be glad because you are there! See how humble I am—only you must not commit crime!"
"Come, sweetheart, you must not use that word," he protested, with a touch of wounded pride.
"You are a conspirator"
"I am a revolutionist."
"You are committing murder!"
"I am waging war."
Elsie leaped to her feet in a sudden rush of anger and extended her hand:
"Good-bye. I shall not see you again. I do not know you. You are still a stranger to me."
He held her hand firmly.
"We must not part in anger," he said slowly. "I have grave work to do before the day dawns. We may not see each other again."
She led her horse to the seat quickly and without waiting for his assistance sprang into the saddle.
"Do you not fear my betrayal of your secret?" she asked.
He rode to her side, bent close, and whispered:
"It's as safe as if locked in the heart of God."
A little sob caught her voice, yet she said slowly in firm tones:
