"Serious, yes, but not mortal; he was shot in the right side when Monkton fell. His horse was hit at the same time, and the animal's death struggle nearly killed his rider. The surgeon says he may be lame for life." I reached out my hand, and, with just an instant's hesitation, he returned the clasp warmly. "My father is suffering too much for me to ask that you speak to him, Major Lawrence," he said a little stiffly. "Perhaps later, at Elmhurst--" "I understand perfectly," I interrupted. "I am very glad to have met you. We shall ride within a short distance of Elmhurst. Shall I leave word there that you are coming?" "Oh, no," quickly, his horse taking a step backward, as though to a sudden tug of the rein. "That would be useless, as there is no one there." "Indeed! I thought possibly your sister." The lad shook his head, glancing toward the carriage. The slight motion made me think again of the wounded man we were detaining, and reminded me as well of my own duty. "Then, good-night, sir. Sergeant, we will trot on." The lad touched my sleeve, even as I pricked my horse with the spur, and I drew the rein taut in surprise. "What is it?" "Could you not send your men forward, and ride with me a moment? You could catch up with them easily within a mile or two. I--I have a word I wish to say to you--alone." The voice was low, tremulous; the request one I saw no reason to refuse. "Why, certainly. Sergeant, take your men down the road at an easy trot. I will join you presently." They went by us like shadows, leaving a cloud of dust behind. The boy spoke a brief word to those in charge of the carriage, and it also began to move slowly forward. "We will go ahead," he said, suiting the action to the word. "What I wish to say will not take long." Within a minute, riding side by side, our horses walking rapidly, we were out of sight of the lumping shadow of the ambulance. I glanced aside curiously at my companion, noting the outlines of his slender, erect figure, wondering vaguely what his message could be. Had Claire spoken to him of me? Was he going to tell me about his sister? We must have ridden a quarter of a mile before he broke the silence. "Major Lawrence," he began, and I noticed the face was not turned toward me. "I am sure you are not deceived, although you act the part well." "I hardly understand." "Oh, but I am sure you do. I--I could not permit you to go away despising me." "But, my boy, this is all mystery--" "Do you mean to insist you do not know--have not recognized me?" "I--what can you mean?" "Merely that I am Claire Mortimer," and lifting the hat, the young officer was revealed in the dim light as my lady. "Surely you knew?" "But I did not," I insisted earnestly, recovering from my surprise, and leaning forward to look into her face. "Why should I? General Washington told me it was Eric who came for his father. Why should I suspect in this darkness?" "I--I represented myself as Eric," she stammered.