"That is true. You, yourself, are of my own kind. You would kill
me without tremor, if you had orders, and I--"

"You would do as much!"

"You are of my kind, Madam. Yes; we both take orders from our own
souls. And that we think alike in many ways I am already sure."

"None the less--"

"None the less, I can not agree to set you down at Cairo, or at any
intermediate point. I will only give my promise in return for your
own parole. That, I would take as quickly as though it were the
word of any officer; but you do not give it."

"No, I do not. I am my own mistress. I am going to escape as soon
as I can."

He touched his cap in salute. "Very well, then. I flattered
myself we had done well together thus far--you have made it easy.
But now--no, no, I will not say it. I would rather see you defiant
than to have you weaken. I love courage, and you have it. That
will carry you through. It will keep you clean and safe as well."

Her face clouded for the first time.

"I have not dared to think of that," she said. "So long as we came
in the special train, with none to molest or make me afraid--afraid
with that fear which a woman must always have--we did well enough,