She understood now, though a faint shiver through the young body told her that the speaking soul had gone. Here again was Love transcending Death! Quietly she laid down the head she had been supporting, closed the eyes, and opening the grey tunic began her search, her mind rapt away from her surroundings by thoughts of Duke. Her hand had just found a thin chain, when a rough clutch was laid on her shoulder and she was wrenched to her feet with such force that the chain giving way left her standing with something hanging from her hand. "Caught in the act!" said a rough voice. "Shoot the young devil, sergeant!" Something cold touched her forehead. Her heart gave a great bound. Was this death--oh, Duke--Duke! The flash of a bull's-eye lantern turned full on her showed her face deadly pale but firm. "Hold hard!" cried another voice hastily. "The fellow carries a water-bottle--of our pattern, too! Give the devil his due, Mac." She could see faintly now. They were Highlanders; a search party evidently, and the blood rushed back to heart and face. "I'm doing no harm!" she cried hotly. "He asked me--to take and give--his heart." At her first word the cold nozzle of the revolver had left her forehead. "By God!" came in a murmur; but for the most part the little group of men were startled out of speech and stood staring at the figure before them, holding out in apology what it held. It was only a pinchbeck locket with a woman's face in it--a pinchbeck locket in the form of a heart. "What the devil are you doing here in that kit, you young oaf?" said an angry voice at last. "I as nearly shot you as a carrion crow as ever----" It paused; something in the situation seemed to bring silence. The stars overhead, the dead lover at their feet, the tall, slim mysterious figure holding out the symbol of something that had survived death. "You had better go on, Mac," said the voice that had advised caution, finally breaking the stillness. "I will use this young fool's lantern and that will make two search parties. We have little time to spare. I'll see him safe. You'd better take the orderlies with you. They have appliances and will know what to do. I can manage." "As you please, doctor," came the reply. When they had gone the man they had called doctor took up Marrion's lantern and seemed to examine its light, turning it finally full on his face; and suddenly he spoke. "Mrs. Marsden----" Marrion could not avoid a start. "Mrs. Marsden!" she echoed faintly.