hem down. Her voice
failed.

He offered her his arm and gravely said:

"We will go to my office. I see that you have some important
communication to make. There are too many ears here."

Of a sudden she felt like running home. Somehow the situation broke
upon her with a most embarrassing effect. She did not take Clark's arm,
and she began to tremble. He appeared unconscious of this, and probably
was, for his mind had a fine tangle of great schemes in it just then;
but he turned toward his office, and bidding her follow him, walked
away in that direction.

She was helpless. Not the slightest trace of her usual brilliant
self-assertion was at her command. Saving the squad of men sawing and
hacking, digging and hammering, the fort appeared as deserted as her
mind. She stood gazing after Clark. He did not look back, but strode
right on. If she would speak with him, she must follow. It was a
surprise to her, for heretofore she had always had her own way, even if
she found it necessary to use force. And where was Beverley? Where was
the garrison? Colonel Clark did not seem to be at all concerned about
the approach of the British--and yet those repairs--perhaps he was
making ready for a desperate resistance! She did not move until he
reached the door of his office where he stopped and stepped aside, as
if to let her pass in first; he even lifted his hat, then looked a
trifle surprised when he saw that she was not near him, frowned
slightly, changed the frown to a smile and said, lifting his voice so
that she felt a certain imperative meaning in it:

"Did I walk too fast for you? I beg your pardon, Mademoiselle."

He stood waiting for her, as a father waits for a lagging, wilful child.

"Come, please," he added, "if you have something to say to me; my time
just now is precious--I have a great deal to do."

She was not of a nature to retreat under fire, and yet the panic in her
breast came very near mastering her will. Clark saw a look in her face
which made him speak again:

"I assure you, Mademoiselle, that you need not feel embarrassed. You
can rely upon me to--"

She made a gesture that interrupted him; at the same time she almost
ran toward him, gathering in breath, as one does who is about to force
out a desperately resisting and riotous thought. The strong, grave man
looked at her with a full sense of her fascination, and at the same
time he felt a vague wish to get away from her, as if she were about to
cast