Helen's eyes were dancing, Longstreet imagined with newly inspired
interest, Alan knew with the light of battle; Sanchia's eyes were
angry. The girl had stated her plan of campaign as though in so many
words. If time came when Longstreet had a second golden secret to
tell, she meant to hear it and to have Alan hear it at least not an
instant later than Mrs. Murray; thereafter, with odds two to one
against the widow, they should see what they would see.
Sanchia did much thinking and little talking. She remained an hour.
During the last half-hour she developed a slight but growingly
insistent cough. Before she left she had drawn the desired query from
Longstreet. Oh, hadn't he noticed before? It had been coming on her
for a month. The doctors were alarmed for her--but she smiled bravely.
They had even commanded that she move away from the dust and noise of a
town; that she pitch a tent somewhere on the higher lands and live
out-doors all of the time. Helen saw what was coming before the actual
words were spoken. It was Longstreet who was finally led to extend the
invitation! Why didn't she move into a tent near them? And with a
look in which gratitude seemed blurred in a mist of tears, Sanchia
accepted. She would move to-morrow and pitch her tent right up there
near the spring.
'If you don't mind, Helen dear?' she said. 'Your little summer house
by the spring may be sacred ground?'
Promptly Helen made her a present of it. All that she wanted were some
things she had left there, a pair of spurs and a bridle; Sanchia was
perfectly welcome to the rest.
They all went out together for Sanchia's horse. And Sanchia, accepting
the altered battle-ground to which Helen's tactics had driven her,
seeing that she was to have little opportunity of getting Longstreet
off to herself, began a straight drive at her main objective. She laid
an affectionate hand on his arm as though thrown upon that necessity by
the irregularities of the trail in which she had stumbled, and turned
the battery of her really very pretty eyes upon him. With her eyes she
said, boldly yet timidly: 'You splendid man, you have touched my heart!
You noble creature, you have made Sanchia Murray love you! Generous
man, you have come to mean everything to a poor little woman who is
lonely!'
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