"I had not known that your sister--" he began. His hand thus forced, the other was obliged to reply: "No, the daughter of an old friend of mine, you see--we are _en voyage_ together for the western country. It has simply been my fortune to travel in company with the lady. I present you, my dear sir, to Miss Barren. My dear Miss Barren, this is State Senator Warville Dunwody, of Missouri. We are of opposite camps in politics." The tall man bowed still more deeply. Meantime, Josephine St. Auban in her own way had taken inventory of the new-comer. Her companion hastily sought to hold matters as they were. "My dear Senator Dunwody," he said, "we were just passing down to the boat to see that the luggage is aboard. With you, I regret very much that your journey takes you from us." The sudden consternation which sat upon Dunwody's face was almost amusing. He was very willing to prolong this conversation. Into his soul there had flashed the swift conviction that never in his life had he seen a woman so beautiful as this. Yet all he could do was to smile and bow adieu. "A fine man, that Dunwody, yonder," commented the young captain, as they parted, and as he turned to his prisoner. "We'll see him on in Washington some day. He is strengthening his forces now against Mr. Benton out there. A strong man--a strong one; and a heedless." "Of what party is he?" she inquired, as though casually. "What a man's party is in these days," was his answer, "is something hard to say. A man like Dunwody is pretty much his own party, although the Bentonites call him a 'soft Democrat.' Hardly soft he seems, when he gets in action at the state capital of Missouri yonder. Certainly Dunwody is for war and tumult. None of this late weak-kneed compromise for him! To have his own way--that is Dunwody's creed of life. I thank God he is not going with us now. He might want his own way with you, from the fashion of his glances. Did you see? My word!" Young Carlisle fumed a shade more than might have seemed necessary for military reasons. Josephine St. Auban turned upon him with her slow smile, composedly looking at him from between her long, dark lashes. "Why do you say that?" she inquired. "Because it is the truth. I don't want him about." "Then you will be disappointed." "Why do you say that? Did you not hear him say that he was going West by coach from here?" "You did not give him time. He is not going West by coach." "What do you mean?" "He will be with us on the boat!" CHAPTER II THE GATEWAY, AND SOME WHO PASSED