It pleased and flattered me, the strategy of this wonderful young creature. She led me, with dainty steps, through a dewy garden walk into the trail.
"Parbleu!" she whispered, "is it not a shame to take you from your meat? But I could not help it. I had to see you; there is something I wish to say."
"A pretty girl is better than meat," I answered quickly. "I am indebted to you."
"My! but you have a ready tongue," said she. "It is with me a pleasure to listen. You are going away? You shall not return — perhaps?"
She was trying to look very gay and indifferent, but in her voice I could detect a note of trouble. The flame of passion, quenched for a little time by the return of peril and the smoke of gunpowder, flashed up in me.
"It is this," she went on: "I may wish you to do me a favor. May I have your address?"
"And you may command me," I said as I gave it to her.
"Have a care!" she said, laughing. "I may ask you to do desperate things — you may need
