I believe Lieutenant Leigh fancied he was speaking in an undertone when he led Miss Ross away to a corner and spoke to her; but this was perhaps the most exciting moment in his life, and his voice rose in spite of himself, so that I heard all; while she, poor thing, I believe, forgot all about my presence; and, as a sentry--a machine almost--placed there, what right had I to speak? "Will you leave him?" said Miss Ross again. "Will you not try to save him?" Lieutenant Leigh did not answer for a bit; for he was making his plans; and I felt quite staggered as I saw through them. "You see how he is placed. What can I do?" said Lieutenant Leigh. "If I go, it is the signal for firing. You see the gunners waiting. And why should I risk the lives of my men, and my own, to save him? He is a soldier, and it is the fortune of war; he must die." "Are you a man, or a cur?" said Miss Ross then, angrily. "No coward," he said fiercely; "but a poor slighted man, whom you have wronged, jilted, and ill-used; and now you come to me to save your lover's life--to give mine for it. You have robbed me of all that is pleasant between you; and now you ask more. Is it just?" "Lieutenant Leigh, you are speaking madly. How can you be so unjust?" she cried, holding tightly by his arm; for he was turning away; while I felt mad with him for torturing the poor girl, when it was decided that the attempt was to be made. "I am not unjust," he said. "The hazard is too great. And what should I gain if I succeeded? Pshaw! Why, if he were saved, it would be at the expense of my own life." "I would die to save him!" she said hoarsely. "I know it, Elsie; but you would not give a loving word to save me. You would send me out to my death without compunction--without a care; and yet you know how I have loved you." "You--you loved me, and yet stand and see my heart torn--see me suffer like, this!" cried Miss Ross, and there was something half wild in her looks as she spoke. "Love you!" he cried; "yes, you know how I have loved you." His voice sank here; but he was talking in her ear excitedly, saying words that made her shrink from him up to the wall, and look at him as if he were some object of the greatest disgust. "You can choose," he said bitterly, as he saw her action; and he turned away from her. The next moment she was on her knees before him, holding up her hands as if in prayer. "Promise me," he said, "and I will do it." "O, some other way--some other way!" she cried piteously, her face all drawn the while. "As you will," he said coldly. "But think--O, think! You cannot expect it of me. Have mercy! O, what am I saying?"