"If she only knew. If she knew how I loved her. But she would not
care. She hates me. She will never come back. Oh, no, never. I shall
never see her again. This is the end. It is the end. How beautiful she
was!" and he buried his face in his arms on the table and wept
miserable tears.
There were voices and noises about and within the guardhouse, but he
took no note of them. Some one came into the room, but he did not look
up, and for a moment Desire Edwards, for she it was, in hat and cloak,
stood looking down on him. Then she said, in a voice whose first
accent brought him to his feet as if electrified:
"No wonder you hide your head."
There was a red spot as big as a cherry in either cheek, and her eyes
scintillated with concentrated scorn and anger. Over her shoulder was
visible Abe Konkapot's swarthy face, wearing a smile of great
self-satisfaction.
"I was foolish enough to think even a rebel might keep his word,"
Desire went on, in a voice trembling with indignation. "I did not
suppose even you would give me a pass and then send your footpads to
stop me."
It was evident from his dazed look, that he did not follow her words.
He glanced inquiringly at Abe, who responded with lucid brevity:
"Look a' here, Cap'n, me see you feel heap bad cause gal go away.
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