"
She understood, smiled grimly, felt in a waistcoat pocket, found the
snuff-box, and, squatting on the ground like a tailor, she took two
pinches, and sat holding the antique silver box in her hand.
"Crazy Joan's no fool, dear lad," she said at last, and took another
pinch, and knowingly nodded her head again and again, while he slept
soundly.
CHAPTER XIV
"Lights Out!"
The bugle-call rang softly down the valley, echoed away tenderly in the
hills, and was lost in the distance. Roused by the clear call, Elise
rose from watching beside Valmond's couch, and turned towards the door of
the tent. The spring of a perfect joy at his safety had been followed by
an aching in all her body and a trouble at her heart. Her feet were like
lead, her spirit quivered and shrank by turn. The light of the campfires
sent a glow through the open doorway upon the face of the sleeper.
She leaned over him. The look she gave him seemed to her anxious spirit
like a farewell. This man had given her a new life, and out of it had
come a new sight.
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