Part 59 (1/2)

”There would be everything else in the world for you--everything except me,” she trembled. ”And I count for so little. That's what I want you to learn. That's what, in a little while, you will learn. That's what you must learn. If you'll only hold on until to-morrow--until the next day and I'm gone--”

”Gone?”

He sprang to his feet.

”Monte!” she warned.

In terror she struggled to her own feet. The white light of the stars bathed their faces. In the distance he heard the notes of a trumpet sounding taps. It roused him further. It was as though the night were closing in upon him--as though life were closing in on him.

He turned and seized her.

”Marjory!” he cried. ”Look me in the eyes.”

She obeyed.

”They are sounding taps over there,” he panted. ”Before they are through--do you love me, Marjory?”

Never before in all his life had he asked her that directly. Always she had been able to avoid the direct answer. Now--

She tried to struggle free.

”Don't--don't ask me that!” she pleaded.

”Before they are through--do you love me?”

Piercing the still night air the final notes came to her. There was no escape. Either she must lie or tell the truth and to lie--that meant death.

”Quick!” he cried.