He made vain efforts to recall her
voice, things that she had said to him, her face, her smiles; all
he could do was to evoke an elusive, tantalizing, ghostly
something which made him shiver inwardly with a haunting fear that
it meant the worst, whatever the worst might be. Where was she?
Could she be dead, and this the shadowy message of her fate?
Darkness fell, and a thin fog began to drift in wan streaks above
the water. Not a sound, save the suppressed stir of the camp,
broke the wide, dreary silence. Oncle Jazon babbled until
satisfied that Beverley was unappreciative, or at least
unresponsive.
"Got to hev some terbacker," he remarked, and shambled away in
search of it among his friends.
A little later Clark approached hastily and said:
"I have been looking for you. The march has begun. Bowman and
Charleville are moving; come, there's no time to lose."
CHAPTER XVIII
A DUEL BY MOONLIGHT
When Hamilton, after running some distance, saw that he was
gaining upon Alice and would soon overtake her, it added fresh
energy to his limbs. He had quickly realized the foolishness of
what he had done in visiting the room of his prisoner at so late
an hour in the night. What would his officers and men think? To
let Alice escape would be extremely embarrassing, and to be seen
chasing her would give good ground for ridicule on the part of his
entire command.
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