"See?" repeated Norton, amazed. "What mean you?" With a great laugh Red Hugh plunged to his knees and caught Norton's hand; the man seemed transformed with some mad joy too great for words. Half in fear, Norton drew back, and at this Moore only laughed out again. "Oh, blind, blind!" he cried ringingly. "And you knew that Kitty had been found among Indians, that this pin was hers--yet you never suspected it!" CHAPTER XVII Two riders were walking their horses along the Beargrass Creek Road, on the way to Colonel Taylor's farm. They drew rein at a bend, just beyond which was a fringe of trees and a dried mudhole. "I brought you to this road for a purpose, Kitty," said Norton gravely. "Do you remember the spot?" She looked at him and nodded, and her look sent a little flame of happiness dancing into his brown eyes. He swung out of the saddle, and she slipped down into his arms, the movement loosing her red-gold hair until it flooded down about his hands. "Oh, Kitty--Kitty!" He looked into her eyes and could say no more for a moment. So they stood together, gazing each at the other, while the two horses moved away and began to crop the grass, unheeded. Then Norton drew away from her, freed his hands, and soberly unclasped a golden eagle from his coat. He looked at it, then held it to her. "Kitty--sweet Kitty--I brought you here away from your father and our friends, here where we first met--there is something I must tell you----" He faltered, and with a quick laugh she flung back her hair. "Mr. Norton"--and there was mimicry in her voice--"I--I too have something to tell you!" "Yes?" he said gravely, stiffening a little. "Yes?" "Nay, but I would not take precedence of a soldier, sir!" And she made him a laughing curtsy, perhaps to hide the great glory of womanhood that shone in her face. "Then, my news is this," said Norton, lifting a tress of her hair to his lips. "A regiment of riflemen from Kentucky has been formed; trouble is brewing with England; There is trouble on the frontier. I have been offered the command of this regiment, Kitty. I ask you--will you take this emblem of all that is dearest to me, and take with it the heart of John Norton? A soldier's life and pay is not much to share----" "Soldiers do not serve for pay," she said very steadily, and put her hand upon his, clutching the golden eagle of the Cincinnati between them. "Nor do women serve that they may share--oh, my dear! You have not yet told me the dearest thing of all----" And so they told each other. THE END PRINTED BY FISHER, KNIGHT AND CO., LTD., GAINSBOROUGH PRESS, ST. ALBANS, AND HEATH PRESS, HARPENDEN