"Remember," she said again to me, "if I fail, as most like I will, you are to ride on with my message." "I have been called a traitor to-night," I said, "but I will not be called the name I would deserve if I were to do that." "It is for the cause," she said. "Ride and leave me." "I will not leave you," I cried, thrilling with enthusiasm. "We will yet deliver the message together." She said no more, but sought to encourage her horse. The troopers had recovered from their confusion, and, with their fresher mounts, were gaining upon us in the most alarming manner. I turned and threatened them with my empty pistol, and they drew back a little; but second thought must have assured them that the weapon was not loaded, for they laughed derisively and again pressed their horses to the utmost. "Do as I say," cried Miss Desmond, her eyes flashing upon me. "Leave me and ride on. There is naught else to do." But my thought was to turn my horse in the path and lay about me with the sword. I could hold the troopers while she made her escape with the message that she had borne so far already. I drew the blade from the scabbard and put a restraining hand upon my horse's rein. "What would you do?" cried Miss Desmond. "The only thing that is left for me to do," I replied. "Not that!" she cried; "not that!" and made as if she would stop me. But, even while her voice was yet ringing in my ears, a dozen rifles flashed from the hill-top, a loud voice was heard encouraging men to speedy action, and a troop came galloping forward to meet us. In an instant the Englishmen who were not down had turned and were fleeing in a panic of terror down the hill and over the plain. "You are just in time, captain," cried Miss Desmond, as the leader of the rescuing band, a large, dark man, came up. Then she reeled, and would have fallen from her horse to the ground had not I sprung down and caught her. CHAPTER TWENTY--_The Night Combat_ But Miss Desmond was the victim only of a passing weakness, and I was permitted to hold her in my arms but for a moment. Then she demanded to be placed upon the ground, saying that her strength had returned. I complied of necessity; and turning to the American captain, who was looking curiously at us, she inquired,-- "Captain, the American force, is it safe?" "Yes, Miss Desmond," he replied; and I wondered how he knew her. "It is just over the hill there. The night had been quiet until you came galloping up the hill with the Englishmen after you." "Then we are in time!" she cried, in a voice of exultation. "Lose not a moment, captain. A British force much exceeding our own in strength is even now stealing upon you." The message caused much perturbation, as well it might, and a half-dozen messengers were sent galloping over the hill. Then the captain said,-- "Miss Desmond, you have done much for the cause, but more to-night than ever before." But she did not hear him, for she fell over in a faint.