"Be silent!" interrupted Alison with savage fury, "I wish no thanks; you owe thanks to me least of all!" Walter drew back and gazed at him in astonishment. Alison's behavior was enigmatical to him. "_Thanks!_" repeated Alison, with annihilating scorn. "Well, I cannot dissemble, and before you extol me as your magnanimous preserver, you shall know the truth. I stood there not to protect you, but to kill you! Do not recoil from me in this way, Lieutenant Fernow! I was in bloody earnest; my revolver was loaded for you; one step more, and I should have shot yon down. You must thank that attack; that saved you, that alone. When I saw six men falling upon one,--then I took your part." A deep, momentary silence followed these words. Walter stood there calm, and gazed steadily and gravely at his rival; then he stepped up to him, and again offered his hand. "I thank you, Mr. Alison," he said; "I thank you even for that confession. Your heart speaks better than your lips, and in spite of all, we can no longer be enemies." Alison laughed bitterly. "We cannot? You seem to forget that we are not of one origin. According to your German sentimentality, we ought now to fall into each other's arms, and swear eternal friendship. I am constituted otherwise; if I hate, I hate until my last breath; and I hate you, Lieutenant Fernow, because you have robbed me of the one dearest to me in the whole world. Do not believe that I release you from your promise to meet me at the end of the war, or that I will then spare you; do not believe that Jane Forest can ever belong to you. I hold you fast to your word, and to your oath, and if she is to die of this love for you, she shall still be my wife!" Walter's eyes fell, and an expression of unendurable agony lay upon his face. "I did not think of that," he said softly, "I only wished to thank you; but you are right, Mr. Alison; we two are differently constituted, we shall never understand each other.--Farewell,--I must go on!" "You must go on?" asked Alison in astonishment. "Not further into the mountain! You must have seen how unsafe it is; the French sharpshooters are everywhere." "I know it. Their main body lies an hour's distance from here. But I must force my way through, if it is possible." The American stared at him in consternation. "Alone? Wounded? Has this attack not shown you the impossibility of such a step?" "This very attack gives me courage. It came from below; the French patrols avoid the mountain-road; my way is clear." "Hardly! You rush on to your destruction, Lieutenant Fernow."