soft he seems, when he gets in action at the state capital of
Missouri yonder. Certainly Dunwody is for war and tumult. None of
this late weak-kneed compromise for him! To have his own way--that
is Dunwody's creed of life. I thank God he is not going with us
now. He might want his own way with you, from the fashion of his
glances. Did you see? My word!" Young Carlisle fumed a shade
more than might have seemed necessary for military reasons.

Josephine St. Auban turned upon him with her slow smile, composedly
looking at him from between her long, dark lashes.

"Why do you say that?" she inquired.

"Because it is the truth. I don't want him about."

"Then you will be disappointed."

"Why do you say that? Did you not hear him say that he was going
West by coach from here?"

"You did not give him time. He is not going West by coach."

"What do you mean?"

"He will be with us on the boat!"




CHAPTER II