"Will you please allow me to pass?" said Robert. "When you take off your hat to us," the answer. "This is the king's highway," said Robert. He felt Miss Newville's arm clinging more firmly to his own. "You can pass if your wench gives me a kiss," said the soldier with the cutlass. Swiftly Robert's right arm and clenched fist sent the fellow headlong into the snow. He faced the others a moment, and then with Miss Newville walked leisurely away. He could feel her heart palpitating against his arm. He cast a glance behind, but the redcoats were not following him. "It seems we are fated to meet ill-bred men," he said. "Oh, Mr. Walden, how resolute and brave you are!" "It is not difficult to be courageous when you know you are right." "But they are so many." "We are more than they," he replied, smiling. "More than they! We are only two." "He who is in the right has all of God's host with him. They knew they were in the wrong; that made them cowards." Again he felt the warmth and pressure of her arm, as if she would say, "I know I shall be safe with you to protect me." They were passing King's Chapel. Its gray walls never had seemed so picturesque as on that evening with the moon casting the shadows of pillar, cornice, roof, and tower upon the pure white snow that had fallen through the day. Beyond it were the young elms of Long Acre, twig and limb a mass of glittering diamonds. They stood at last beneath the portico of her home. "I have been thinking," she said, "of the strange happenings that have come to us--how you have been my protector from insult. I cannot express my gratitude, Mr. Walden." "Please do not mention it, Miss Newville. I should indeed be a poltroon did I not resent an indignity to a lady, especially to you. I esteem it an honor to have made your acquaintance. May I say I cannot find words to express the pleasure I have had in your society? I do not know that I shall see you again before we start on our homeward journey." "Must you go? Can you not prolong your stay?" [Illustration: King's Chapel, 1895.] "We have already overstayed our time; but not to our regret. I never shall forget, Miss Newville, these days and evenings which you, with Berinthia, Tom, Miss Shrimpton, and Roger Stanley have made so enjoyable." "I trust we shall not be like ships that signal each other in mid-ocean, then sail away never to meet again," she replied. She reached out her hand to bid him farewell. It rested willingly in his. "I hope," she said, "I never shall be so ungrateful as to forget what you have done for me. I certainly shall not forget the lesson you have taught me--to stand resolutely for the right. I shall always be pleased to see you." "You may be sure, Miss Newville, I never shall fail to pay my respects to one whose very presence makes life more beautiful and worth the living."