For half an
hour she sat panting on her chair, listening to every sound. Only
the groans of the wounded smote her ears. "Oh, thank God! I do not
hear HIS voice among them," she half sobbed, in pity for those who
WERE suffering. "Well, I can best forget my anxiety about him by
doing something for these poor men. Oh, how strange and true his
words are! He touched my heart at first by just being helpless when
he fell by the run, and everything I do for him seems to make him
dearer. It cannot be that I shall never see him again. Oh, when
shall I forget the way he took me in his arms? It seemed as if he
gave me his whole heart then and couldn't help himself."
There was a near mutter of thunder. In her deep preoccupation, she
had not noticed the coming of another shower. It proved a short but
heavy one, and she exulted. "The rain will obliterate all our
tracks."
Calmer thought led to the conclusion that the affair would be very
serious for her if her part in it was discovered. She had acted
almost without thought, without realizing the risks she had
incurred, and now the possible consequences so appalled her that she
resolved to be on her guard in every possible way.
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