"Whatever I am at other times," I replied, "to-night I am your servant only." "Then," she replied, in a voice that thrilled me, "come with me. I ride to warn the Americans that they are threatened with destruction." "_You!_" I exclaimed, my surprise growing. "_You_ warn them! _You_, the most bitter of Tories, as bitter as only a woman can be!" She laughed a laugh that was half of triumph, half of scorn. "I have deceived you too, as I have deceived all the others," she said. "But I should not boast. The part was not difficult, and I despised it. Come! we will waste no more time. Ride with me to the American army, if you are what you have just boasted yourself to be." Her voice was that of command, and I had no mind to disobey it. "Come," I cried, "I will prove my words." "I know the way," she replied. "I will be the guide." We galloped away side by side. Many thoughts were flying through my head. I understood the whole story at once, or thought I did, which yielded not less of satisfaction to me. She was not the Tory she had seemed to be, any more than I was the Briton whose uniform I had taken. Why she had assumed such a _rôle_ it was not hard to guess. Well, I was glad of it. My spirits mounted to a wonderful degree, past my ability to account for such a flight. But I bothered myself little about it. Another time would serve better for such matters. The hoof-beats rang on the flinty road, and our horses stretched out their necks as our pace grew swifter and we fled on through the night. "How far do we ride?" I asked. "The American encampment is four miles beyond," she said. "The British force is coming down on the right. Pray God we may get there in time!" "Amen!" said I. "But, if we do not, it will not be for lack of haste." We passed a cottage close by the roadside. The clatter of our horses' hoofs aroused its owner, for in those troublous times men slept lightly. A night-capped head was thrust out of a window, and I even noted the look of wonderment on the man's face; but we swept by, and the man and his cottage were soon lost in the darkness behind us. "It will take something more than that to stop us to-night," I cried, in the exuberance of my spirits. Miss Desmond's face was bent low over her horses neck, and she answered me not; but she raised her head and gave me a look that showed the courage a true woman sometimes has. We were upon level ground now, and I thought it wise to check our speed, for Miss Desmond had ridden far and fast, and her horse was panting. "We will not spare the horse," she said. "The lives of the patriots are more precious." "But by sparing the former we have more chance of saving the latter," I said; and to that argument only would she yield. The advantage of it was soon seen, for when we increased our speed again the horses lengthened their stride and their breath came easier.