I endeavored to press back, but my restive animal, startled by the dig of the spur, the yells, the waving of arms, refused to face the tumult, and whirled madly about. For a moment I all but lost control, yet, even as he plunged rearing into the air, I saw before me the appealing face of a woman. How she chanced to be there alone, in the path of that mob, I know not; where her escort had disappeared, and how she had become separated from her party, has never been made clear. But this I saw, even as I struggled with the hard-mouthed brute under me--a slender, girlish figure attired as a lady of the Blended Rose, a white, frightened face, arms outstretched, and dark blue eyes beseeching help. Already the front of the mob was upon her, unable to swerve aside because of the thousands pushing behind. In another moment she would be underfoot, or hurled into the air. Reckless of all else I dug in my spurs, yelling to the Light Dragoon beside me, even as my horse leaped. I felt the crush of bodies, hands gripped my legs; soldiers were hurled right and left, cursing as they fell. I must have hurt some, but had no thought except to reach her before it was too late. I was struck twice by missiles, yet burst through, my horse, by this time, frenzied with fear. I scarcely know what happened, or how it was accomplished--only I had the reins gripped in my teeth, both my hands free. That instant I caught her; the next she was on my arm, swung safely to the saddle, held to me with a grip of steel, the animal dashing forward beneath his double burden into the open field. Then the Dragoon, riding madly, gripped the bit, and the affair was over, although we must have galloped a hundred yards before the trembling horse was brought to a stand. Leaving him to the control of the soldier, I sprang to the ground, bearing the lady with me. We were behind one of the pavilions, facing the house, and she reeled as her feet touched the earth, so that I held her from falling. Then her lashes lifted, and the dark blue eyes looked into my face. "You must pardon my roughness," I apologized, "but there was no time for ceremony." She smiled, a flood of color coming back into the clear cheeks, as she drew slightly away. "I appreciate that, sir," frankly, shaking out her ruffled skirts, "and you have made knighthood real." "Then," I ventured, "may I hope to receive the reward, fair lady?" She laughed, a little tremor of nervousness in the sound, but her eyes full of challenge. "And what is that?" "Your name; the hope of better acquaintance." Her eyes swept my uniform questioningly. "You are not of the garrison?" "No; a courier just arrived from New York." "Yet an officer; surely then you will be present to-night?" "The privilege is mine; if sufficiently tempted I may attend." "Tempted! How, sir?" "By your pledging me a dance." She laughed again, one hand grasping the long silken skirt.