tion on acts, and thus often
condemns the innocent. Others might not see this as I do, nor have
such unquestioning faith in you."

"I know," she admitted, stubbornly, "but I wanted to see him; I have
been so lonely for him, and this was the only possible way."

Brant felt a wave of uncontrollable sympathy sweep across him, even
while he was beginning to hate this man, who, he felt, had stolen a
passage into the innocent heart of a girl not half his age, one knowing
little of the ways of the world. He saw again that bare desert, with
those two half-dead figures clasped in each other's arms, and felt that
he understood the whole miserable story of a girl's trust, a man's
perfidy.

"May I walk beside you until you meet him?" he asked.

"You will not quarrel?"

"No; at least not through any fault of mine."

A few steps in the moonlight and she again took his arm, although they
scarcely spoke. At the bridge she withdrew her hand and uttered a
peculiar call, and Hampton stepped forth from the concealing bushes,
his head bare, his hat in his hand.

"I scarcely thought it could be you," he said, seemingly not altogether
satisfied, "as you were accompanied by another."

The younger man took a single step forward, his uniform showing in the
moonlight. "Miss Gillis will inform you later why I am here," he said,
striving to speak civilly. "You and I, however, have met before--I am
Lieutenant Brant, of the Seventh Cavalry."

Hampton bowed, his manner somewhat stiff and formal, his face
inpenetrable.

"I should have left Miss Gillis previous to her meeting with you,"
Brant continued, "but I desired to request the privilege of calling
upon you to-morrow for a brief interview."

"With pleasure."

"Shall it be at ten?"

"The hour is perfectly satisfactory. You will find me at the hotel."

"You place me under obligations," said Brant, and turned toward the
wondering girl. "I will now say good-night, Miss Gillis, and I promise
to remember only the pleasant events of this evening."

Their hands met for an instant of warm pressure, and then the two left
behind stood motionless and watched him striding along the moonlit road.

CHAPTER IX

THE VERGE OF A QUARREL

Brant's mind was a chaos of conflicting emotions, but a single abiding
conviction never once left him--he retained implicit faith in her, and
he purposed to fight this matter out with Hampton. Even in that
crucial hour, had any one ventured to su